#also I need person with patience who will go slow with me
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I honestly deeply hate how much value society puts on sex and the lack of empathy people have for those who donât have sex or who have never had sex before. The fact that I canât even make a friend irl without people being like âoh youâŠdonât want to fuck me?? A random person you just met on tinder?? Kinda cringe man đâčïžâ likeâŠAAAA
#and the thing is is that Iâll gladly have sex with a friend.#I just need to build trust with you and know you first..those are literally my only requirements right now#also I need person with patience who will go slow with me#itâs also not helping that the little voice in my head telling me that#maybe Iam just unlovable and disgusting for not putting out immediately for random people#âwhat human would want meâ type of vibe rn#not okay to reblog#but okay to reply to
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i'm looking through old posts and i cannot BELIIIIIIEVE this is an ask i got all the way back then. planetary is one of my ABSOLUTE favorite bkg songs these days. the way this verse twists the "i'm unbelievable" back on itself and then gets so much louder and anti-self-deprecation, anti-what-people-say-about-you with every line makes me think of bkg and pick up my walking pace and laugh at myself for it
i actually can't stress enough to you how much i listen to this as a bkg song these days. i can't BELIEVE i was put on to it all that time ago and i didn't get it!!! i'm genuinely so sorry. i'm sorry i didn't see the vision
My fav song that has Bakugou Energy is Planetary (Go!) by MCR
LOVE a good mcr song for bkg, iâm sort of surprised though because iâve never listened to that song and itâs unexpectedly upbeat? both for what i expected it to sound like as a mcr song and a bkg songÂ
#FAME IS NOW INJECTABLE! PRO! CESS! THE PRO! GRESS!!!!#I! I CAN'T! SLOW! DOWN! I WON'T BE WAITING FOR YOU!!!!#wow what a weird wake-up call to realize i heard one of my current favorite songs a few years ago and didn't like it#i saw mcr earlier this year mostly for the experience bc i still hadn't heard the vast majority of their discography#and they've been probably about 2/3 of what i've listened to since then#planetary is specifically one of my top 3 songs of theirs#literally just the other night at karaoke i made my friend (he very graciously agreed) cold-sing it with me#bc i wanted to sing it so bad but nobody else knew it#just the confidence to be loud and showy and shoot people down with a grin#the whole image that makes up great explosion murder god dynamight is so true to what he wants to be it feels so honestly rebellious to me#which i laugh at myself for bc bkg's worked so hard to be able to be who he is while still being within The System#fundamentally not rocking the boat very much. working towards being better at working smoothly together with the people around him#interning at endeavor agency#some real hero world rebel#so i laugh at myself for hearing the verses about like tearing the system apart at its core#and thinking this is SO real. this is SO bkg#but i can't really help it. he's so loudly and unabashedly the person that he is and that's not changing. and that's cool#i always come back to the moment in the baths just after the apology when everyone's groaning like ugh so he's not getting any quieter huh#like yeah. he's not. like literally#ofc cultural context and everything. obviously bkg's character is so entirely the classic japanese teen delinquent#it's just that he's gonna keep acting how he wants while also genuinely growing and finding patience for more things and more people#and wearing a tie to school#i'll stop talking bc i'm losing the plot and really need to seriously reread bnha before making a thesis about this point#refusing to relinquish the person you are is pretty god damn punk#if my velocity starts to make you sweat then just don't let go!!#please don't say anything to me abt talking abt bkg mostly in present and future tense even with the current context of the manga đ
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Pick a kpop song and I'll tell you who is having naughty thoughts of you [18+]
Minors do not interact. This is part 1 of a series of 3 posts. We will try to get a bunch of details that will help us identify this person. This will be a lengthy reading, so I may have to publish several posts. If that's the case, I will write down the link to the other parts so that you don't get lost.
Slow it down make it bouncy ~
Threads of fate oracle cards | The Void, Underworld, Patience, Fate
This person may be someone you share a very special connection with. One that is very intimate, and that doesn't mean that you necessarily had physical contact with this person. You are very close with this person, closer than you've ever been with anyone else because you know things about each other that no body knows. That's the intimacy I'm talking about. Another thing I am picking up on is linked to the egg represented on the fate card. It reminded me of the drama series "Alchemy of Souls". In the series, Naksu/Mudeok and Jang Uk share a "private joke" about birds and their eggs. Jang Uk compares Mudeok to a fragile egg that was left alone at the top of a tree and that needs to be taken care of and protected at all costs to be able to survive and see the light of day. Thus, he compares himself to a surrogate bird mom charged of watching over that egg until it can soar high in the sky. This comparison may be significant to you and this person. The dynamic of the two characters overall may be similar to the one you share with this person. Jang Uk and Naksu/Mudeok both need each other desperately at first and their relationship is mainly one based on a mutual accord to take advantage of the other's position and skills, as they're aware they have no other option but to cooperate to reach their personal goals. But the more the plot progresses, the closer they get and the more special their bond becomes. With the combination of Void, Underworld and Patience, I really get that vibe of two people that were forced by external circumstances to meet each other and learn to cooperate because they have a common destiny. In doing so, they have to learn patience and to face their shadows while keeping their relationship hidden. This feeling of secrecy comes off very strongly. If you know this person, you may not be in contact with them at the moment and whatever happened between the two of you is a secret that both of you share. I also got the message that either one of you could be a psychic. The purpose of that person then may be to awaken the other's psychic potential. We will get further details with two different decks to see if these intuitions are further confirmed. In terms of zodiac signs, I was mainly picking up on Scorpio but there may be other signs that come up later on in the reading.
White Numen Tarot cards | page of swords, 7 of cups, 2 of cups, page of pentacles, knight of wands, Black Numen, back of the deck Moon
In terms of zodiac signs, we have the following being represented : Scorpio, Cancer, Leo, Pisces, Gemini, Virgo. I am getting a clearer picture of who this person could be and what is going on between you. I am shown that they are close to you in age and in energy. Their path and maturity when it comes to their spirituality is similar to yours. This is a person that tends to mirror you. You could have met this person at a time in your life where you were feeling a bit lost or unsure about your future. This was a turning point in your life and it was also the case for this person. I get a perfect place perfect timing vibe from this spread. You or they may be a student. You learn a lot from each other. Though you are very similar, your differences allow you to grow drastically and question your beliefs. This is a person that you may feel very attracted to on a physical level. This person may have several centers of interest that keep them busy. You may be contacting them a lot using social media. You could have met them through travelling or they could come from a different culture. With the energy of the Moon I get the message that this person may have brought a lot of old stuff to the surface when you met them. Fears you thought you had overcome. Worries about the past and future. They could also be someone you dream about a lot and/or a person you met at night. This person definitely is linked to you through the force of karma. Your souls knew of each other before. As for the type of bond you share, I feel like putting a label on it wouldn't be relevant. What you need to know is that this meeting happened for a reason and that you felt it coming. You knew right away that this person would play an important role in your journey, and they probably felt it too.
Crystals oracle cards | Meteorite, Citrine, Moonstone, back of the deck Tourmalined Quartz
First of all, I feel compelled to mention the colors that were associated with these cards. Soft browns, beige and pastel purples/pinks seem to be relevant. What comes first to mind is how soft this person can be. I will know focus on each card individually as some details on those caught my attention.
Meteorite - Connect to your "star stuff" : this card mentions that meteorite comes in three forms and that people who may need to work with their energy are "children of the stars". The majority of the messages revolved around cosmic and galactic energy. This made me think that this person could spend a lot of time stargazing or looking at the clouds as a way to feel connected with you. And you may be doing the same. The other thing I was picking up on is that maybe your souls come from the same original place. If you believe in concepts such as starseeds, light language and such, this may resonate with you. I also thought of Saint Exupery's The Little Prince.
Citrine - Manifest your masterpiece : this card revolved around dreams and artistic endeavors, of doing everything in your power to manifest your wildest dreams. So you and this person may have a common creative project that you work on, a common goal or dream that you talked about. This may be the secret we were mentioning in the beginning. (I also heard "in the beninging" from that meme lmao so maybe you share a lot of private jokes and memes)
Moonstone - Find your natural rythm : this card mentioned travelling as well as star gazing. So your person may travel a lot in their daily life. It's a stone ment to increase empathy and intuition among other things. So it wouldn't be surprising if this person was a healer in blooming, a natural empath. I also got the message that they were incredibly sensual. Taurus energy came in strongly here.
Tourmalined Quartz - Restore your perfect light : with this card I was told that your person is often surrounded by a lot of people whom may not have the best intentions towards them. A lot of people look up to them but also envy them and wish for them to fail. Your person may be struggling with impostor syndrome as well as social anxiety.
All these cards combined lead me to believe that the person we are talking about is someone that is quite popular and radiates a lot of light and love around them. They have a pure heart and soul, are very loving and generous but may face a lot of backlash and challenges, because their light tends to trigger people's shadows. This may be something that questioned them and made them think they were a bad person, or that maybe they deserved to be treated badly. This may be something that you have struggled with as well. Which would explain why your paths crossed.
In another reading, we may be enquiring about the content of this person's thoughts and maybe why you met them. I hope that this reading was insightful and helped you figure out who this person was. I would be more than happy to get your feedback in the comments. Stay tuned to get the tea about this person ~
Mr. Rover, I'm coming over ~
Threads of fate cards | back of the deck The Void, Death, The Alchemist, The Explorer
This is really interesting. Your energy may be tied to group 1 as well. If you hesitated between the two groups, you may want to check out group 1's reading. With the Void card, I am told that you are not in contact with this person. They likely live at a distance from you. Sometimes, you may feel like you and this person are worlds apart and that there is no way you could understand each other. Yet, you do. You are polar opposites. And everything may look like you wouldn't match. However, this person gets you like no other. With this spread I am picking up on fixed sign energy mainly, especially Scorpio and Aquarius, as well as Pisces. The Alchemist card makes me think that this person could be a tarot reader or at least they are interested in forms of divination. Butterflies and stars seem to be relevant to this connection. The Explorer card denotes an energy of being restless, feeling like you don't belong where you are and wanting to broaden your horizons. Both you and this person may have connected over the feeling of being different from the rest of your community, of feeling like where you are isn't what's meant for you and more is waiting elsewhere. Of feeling like your body is too small for you. Like you are not truly comfortable in your skin and wish you were something or someone else. You both may have struggled with anxiety and severe depression. You both may have gone through a dark night of the soul. You both are good manifesters and have big ambitions. You both tend to uproot belief systems and push yourselves beyond your limits because you have a deep desire and need for expansion. You could have met this person while travelling, this travel could have been an unconscious one. Meaning, you could have met this person in the 5D before you met them in person. For some of you, you don't know this person yet. But you feel them energetically. Especially, if you practice meditation or lucid dreaming. We will get further information with two more decks. Hopefully, this could confirm what we've been talking about for now. I also get the message that both of you could have the capacity to communicate with spirits/ghosts. Another thing that could have brought you together could be the passing of a person. This is very specific, but for some of you I get the message that the spirit of a loved one interfered in your favor to get you to meet this person. They did so with the hope that it would help you cope with their passing.
White Numen Tarot cards | back of the deck High Priestess, Queen of cups, 8 of pentacles, Hierophant, knight of pentacles, 9 of wands, White Numen
Taurus energy is heavily present here, as well as Leo and Scorpio. So fixed sign energy definitely. With the High Priestess, this person is definitely into the occult and likely to have psychic abilities. This is a person that gives off a very mysterious vibe. They are very secretive and closed off, they mind their own business and don't share their secrets with just anyone. They are very protective of their space because they just know how people's envy can sometimes affect the outcome of their manifestations. This person is highly intuitive and sensitive. They are caring and nurturing. A natural healer. They have a lot of feminine energy that they gladly share. They are dedicated, hard working, patient. This is a person that doesn't give up easily. The word "failure" is not a part of their vocabulary. This person is determined to win and learn no matter what. This person is aware that whatever outcome they get, they will always be victorious one way or another. This is a person that is traditional but also very spiritual, they are well educated and incredibly wise. They could be a teacher or a mentor of some sort. They are extremely cautious and may sometimes be slow to act. But you can be sure that whatever this person does, they will reach their goal. They like to create and work with the Universe. They follow their path slowly but surely, one step at a time and make sure that they learn their lesson. This is a person that understands how the Universe works and goes with the flow. They are not afraid to take a turn or face struggles because they know that at the end of the day, they will get what's right for them and meant for them. They have a lot of confidence and inner knowing that allows them to navigate life peacefully. People could say that this person is married to their work because of how dedicated they are. They are loyal to a fault and are not the kind to abandon people out of the blue. They are very respectful of others and always try to include everyone. This person is also naturally beautiful and sensual. They instantly make you feel safe and understood. You may have met this person in a work or educational setting. Again, for this group I am getting a very fated meeting. Your energies were aligning way before you met. And this person may have consciously manifested you into their life.
Crystal oracle cards | back of the deck Epidote, Libyan Gold Tektite, Malachite, Kunzite
Right off the bat I get a very charming, exotic vibe from this person. Most of these stones are mined in hot countries, especially African ones. The colors also felt very sensual. They kinda reminded me of Egypt and Cleopatra specifically. This person could be a history nerd. They could be of African descent. I will focus on each card individually to point out certain details that caught my attention.
Epidote - Upgrade your version of you : this stone is mentioned as the "get what you give" stone. Which highlights this person's spiritual nature and generosity. This is a person that works on themselves a lot, that constantly tries to be better and do better. They have a bit of a workaholic attitude.
Libyan gold tektite - Banish your "blahs" : this stone forms in the Sahara desert. So this person could have North African to Central African origins, especially Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia, Libya, Egypt. This peron is goal oriented and pretty stubborn. When they have something in mind, it's hard to get them to change their point of view. Sometimes this person can exhaust themselves pretty quickly because of how hard they work. They tend to work extremely hard at a high frequency very early on and thus burn their energy very quickly.
Kunzite - Open up your love channel : they have trust issues because of past relationships. They tend to be hard on themselves and blame themselves for past failures when in reality they were not responsible for what happened. They tend to put others' needs first and forget their own. This person is very loving and can sacrifice themselves in the name of love.
Malachite - Claim your success : this person is humble. They may tend to bring themselves down or attribute their success to others because they may feel like they don't deserve recognition. They have a very altruistic nature. They are very creative but have a hard time following through with their ideas. They tend to be all over the place sometimes, especially if they've been giving a lot of their time and energy to others.
With the combined energy of all these cards, I picture a woman with a motherly nature, that tends to be the mom of the group. Someone very discreet and quiet that always encourages others and shows affection through acts of service. Someone that can do benevolant work just for the sake of giving. A person that is very sensitive to people's struggles. The kind of person that would cry seeing an animal being hurt and out in the streets. The kind of person that would give out their clothes and money to a person in need. A person that was raised in a religious household and taught to never look down on people and never forget where they came from. Someone from a modest family that rose up to success through their hard work and strong inner belief. A person that has a strong moral compass and lives according to their principles, regardless of what people may think of them. Someone that, because of this mentality, tends to be alone and has a hard time connecting with other people.
I'm the charmer ~
Threads of fate oracle cards | back of the deck Paradox, Love, Self Love, Play
The person we are talking about is someone that may confuse you a lot. With this Paradox card, I get a Star vibe from it, which reminds me of Aquarius. So this person could have Aquarius as one of their main signs. This also tells me that you could have met this person online or if you met in person, your main mean of communication is the Internet. I also get the vibe of someone being a bit popular and very busy with their work and hobbies. This person could be very active on social media and thus investing in many projects with different people. The spread also gives me a feeling of two friends walking on the line of romance. The lines may be blurred with this person. At some moment you may feel like they only perceive you as a friend but other times things they say or do may make you question their feelings for you. And this could actually be because this person is feeling the same toward you. I feel like both of you aren't sure of what the other means to you and what you want out of this connection. This could be a FWB situation or just a mutual crush that both of you kind of ignore for some reason. Peacocks and dolphins may be significant signs. Overall, I get the vibe that you and this person get along very well and have a lot of fun with each other. No matter the distance or the time spent apart, whenever you see this person again or interact again, it always feels like you never really were separated. It's like the last time you spoke was yesterday, even if you may have been in a no contact situation for decades. The affection you have for each other is never dying off. I get a very good vibe from this spread and this person. This is someone who's intensions are pure and loving. I kinda get a starcrossed lovers vibe from this group. But more importantly, I feel like the main reason why this person is special to you is beacause they are a part of your soul tribe. This is someone that uplifts you and supports you no matter what, though you may be complete opposites and have different opinions about the world. This person just respects you deeply and appreciates you for who you are. I pick up on a lot of affection and gratitude for each other. It's like both of you only truly feel at peace with one another. Not only does this person give you love but they also gently nudge you into loving yourself more instead of constantly nurturing others. When both of you are interacting, a lot of healing is happening. One thing that may really help you identify this person, I feel, is that this is someone you share a lot of laughter with. You may have a lot of private jokes, secret codes that only you know of, memories of deep conversations that you couldn't have had with anyone else. Honestly this really gives me a best friends to lovers vibe. I also pick up on Pisces energy.
White Numen tarot cards | back of the deck Judgement, Hierophant, Emperor, 2 of pentacles, 5 of pentacles, 5 of swords, 2 of wands
Before I dive in any further, I wish to point out that while I shuffled the deck cards kept falling in big groups and it felt like the energy was all over the place. This gave me the impression that there may be several people that are thinking of you. So if you were drawn to different piles, this may be a confirmation that this is your case. Also I felt like one person specifically was doing their best not to think of you but it's just something that they can't help. If this person ends up thinking of you despite their resistance, then things get out of control and they feel like they can never get their composure back again. In terms of Zodiac signs, we have Scorpio, Taurus, Aries mainly. For some of you I think your exes could be potentially among the people that think of you. Whether those were just friends or actual lovers. I feel like many people who may not have manifested any sign of attraction for you ar now reminiscing about you and wishing that they had given you a chance. Which to me is further confirmed by the spread. With he Judgement card and the combination of the cards, I am given a message that this person or these people could be coming in and out of your life lately and some of them may be trying to find an opportunity to express their attraction. I particularly pick up on the energy of someone you may have had a fallout with because of external circumstances, that is now realizing how much you mean to them and wanting to come back into your life. This person I feel misses the feeling of being with you and more importantly they feel like their chance was stolen from them. Like something happened that prevented them from truly giving your relationship a chance. Like, for example, let's imagine you moved into a city and met a person. Things were going well and this person developped feelings for you. When they were about to reveal their feelings to you, you announced them that you were moving out of the city because of your work. This kind of feeling. For some, it could even be that you got into a relationship with someone else before they could even confess their feelings to you and they were cut short by that. Out of respect for you, they chose to remain silent but now they just can't hold it in anymore. This is someone that envisioned a future with you and wanted to commit to you, but they may have taken a long time to find the courage to make the necessary adjustments in their life to enable this connection to flourish. Another possibility is that your faith or your family were a main obstacle in your connection, which caused you to separate ways.
Crystals oracle cards | back of the deck Smoky Quartz, Sapphire, Labradorite, Herkimer Diamond
First of all, I picked up on very specific details that may not resonate with everyone. One person may be a smoker. One person may have a pet cat or a pet dog. One person may have blue eyes.
Smoky Quartz - Arm your spiritual warrior : this is a stone that speaks about protecting your energies from energy vampires and people that may stand in your way. So maybe the person we're talking about may have been someone that wasn't always good to you.
Sapphire - Find your tranquil place : this stone speaks about freeing yourself from the judgmental opinions of you others may have as well as grudges you may hold. So this person could have helped you with your self confidence over the years but they could also have hurt you in other ways. This may be a person you have mixed feelings about because of your common past.
Labradorite - Protect your magic : Canada may be significant. Pisces is coming up again with this card. This person may have helped you with reconciling with love and romance. They may also have helped you realize your own worth.
Herkimer diamond - Power wash your energy : this is a cleansing crystal. Despite its name, it is not a diamond. This person may thus have been someone that you mistook for something they were not. People may underestimate or overestimate this person. They could be someone that enjoys travelling or you may have met them while travelling. New York may be significant to some of you.
With all that being said, I feel like many energies are being mixed within this group but the overall vibe seems to be that most of the people we're talking about are people from your past that you may not be in contact with anymore on a daily basis. Some of them you may not even suspect of having such thoughts about you. You may be happy that some of them are not in your life anymore but others you may miss and wonder about.
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Could I request headcanons for Harleep, Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor with kind and patient gn s/o? This is quite self-indulgent of me because I have been told I'm too nice & so patient so I'm curious how they would react XD
first of all sorry for being so late, but my small brain has to process things multiple times to make sense, so i wrote this like... 5 times? So it takes me a while, but i hope that waiting was worth it.
Also i saw you sent a second ask to see if i recieved this one, so ill put dammon and rolan there cause this is starting to get a bit long:3<3 thank you so much for your patience!:3
Taglist: @sessils @spacebarbarianweird
Headcanon: BG3 men with kind and patient s/o. (pt. 1)
Zevlor:
Zevlor is emotionally a wreck already, he considers kindness a virtue and it definitely makes him swoon when he notices you put extra care in making sure he's treated with kindness. At the end of the day, he basically got bullied on all fronts when all he really wants is to prove himself worthy of the title he carried for so long.
Zevlor has a short temper too, and he appreciates so much your effort and patience in dealing with his outbursts, whether they are of rage- not towards you of course- or of sadness, you offer always a shoulder for him and he cherishes it so much.
He is lowkey jealous when he notices that your kindness is not mostly exclusive to him, he has learned that people can abuse one's patience and care, and 1. he doesn't want you to get hurt, 2. he wishes your kindness was maybe reserved to him. Call him selfish, but after being deprived of it for so long, he is hesitant to let go of it.
Astarion:
Initially he would be very wary, in his experience being nice always lead to him getting hurt, so why would he trust someone who's default reply is kindness? At the end of the day the last time someone was '''''kind''''' to him, he was turned in a vampire spawn, so he takes it extra slow, he has just regained control over himself, he won't blindly accept kindness. He's lowkey afraid you are just part of a bigger scheme that will bite him in the ass and leave him shackled and caged again.
Once he gets accustomed to your kindness and finally accepts it, he revels in the kindness you offer and your patience, especially the smallest gestures like opening a door for him. He will literally melt for it, he's already smitten, your kindness leaves him like mush in your hands.
Nevetheless every good side, comes with a negative one. He is dead afraid your kindness will bring you to get hurt. He often reminds you to be weary and keep all your kindness for people you trust (HIM), rather than going around and helping every lost soul that asks for help. He will fight you on this a few times- especially if you do get hurt or it is obvious you are about to- he will not bite his tongue and keep it for himself, and that's one of the moments when he's glad you are patient.
You understand where it comes from and you try your best to find a solution that would make both happy. Your patience of course doesn't stop there, he knows he's an handful: he carries an heavy trauma baggage and he has a feisty personality, yet you always show him you don't mind, that you are there for him and that he can take all the time of the universe to sort his problems out.
Wyll:
Wyll would find it so endearing, how you are ready to go to someone's aid, you stop on your tracks to support someone in need, and he would love seeing you being kind to everyone. It's probably one of the reasons why he falls in love with you. Unlike Astarion he encourages you to be kind to everyone, cause he considers it a virtue, he incourages you to be the best version of yourself, and he reminds you that if you do get hurt, he will be there to pick up the pieces.
As far as patience goes, he's grateful to the moon and back, he knows he is an handful, especially if he doesn't break his pact with Mizora and has to leave more times than ever. He makes sure once he's back though that he makes up for lost time, whether it is with gifts or by taking care of you.
Haarlep:
Harleep is so used to Raphael that honestly he's taken aback at first, living in the hells means that kindness is hard to come by and around Raphael? It's either a trick or a miracle, so he brushes it off, not repelled like Astarion would, but definitely not eager like Wyll either.. he would be probably the one that takes it as it is, just.. that. But when he gets used to it? He becomes unsufferable. So unsufferable that he goes around demanding Raphael to be treated with kindness and patience! He purrs whenever you are nice even the smallest, thanking you and praising you like a goddess. He even tries to be nice himself- to you only- and despite it has to be and effort, since he has never been exposed to much kindness, he does become a little more mindful, even asking before taking your form or just with small acts of services.
One time Rapahel makes sure to send a message to you through him. "Tav, Raphael asked you stop being nice to me, cause if i demand it from him as well, he's going to turn me into fertilizer", message delivered with a pout that begs exactly the opposite.
Harleep is another that is deeply afraid of your kindness. Let's be real, you can defend yourself as much as you want, but people tend to use people and your kindness is one of those characteristics evil people would pry on- he knows well since its literally part of what he does, and a facet of what Raphael does as well. He probably scolds you a lot for this reason, he does it in a sweet way- don't get me wrong- he sugarcoats the shit out of it, but he will let you know when you are about to get in peril or you are too careless with your kindness.
Gale:
Gale is touched by your kindness, already from the first days after meeting him.
You had helped him out of his blotched portal, you fed him artifacts, you didn't question his secrets or push him to reveal anything, and he doesn't give that for granted. Once he's closer to you, and he learns that you are unconditionally kind to everyone, he's scared.
He starts warning you to be a little less nice, to use your judgement before you blindly trust a stranger, but he doesn't push it past a warning. As much as he wants to protect you, he doesn't want to take away your chance to grow from your errors.
In matter of your patience he's so grateful, he spends days thanking you when he's still afflicted with the orb condition, he cooks as a form of apology or thanks depending what he did, he gets baths started for you, he's treating you as a queen/ king. He alread would do it, but with you? He's even more protective, he almost feels like he has to match your kindness and patience with as much attentions he can muster.
Halsin:
Halsin is a fair man you think he wishes everyone was kind, but he actually wants you to be fair, he wants you to be mindful of who you give kindness to, he wants you to be a reasonable judge rather than unconditionally nice cause it is the way of the nature as well. Nature is not only nurturing and lush, it's also the poisonous vipers and herbs.
Does he appreciate when you are kind? Absolutely, he thinks it's the best gift Silvanus has ever bestowed him, but it doesn't take away the fact that he wants you to be treated kindly as well, so the moment someone crosses the line and starts abusing your kindness or becomes rude, he's definitely stepping in to s h a m e the other person. "You are lucky you have met Tav, cause they are kind, but nature wouldn't be so understanding and patient" He says it with a rage you rarely see in his eyes.
He will do his best to remind you to surely practice kindness but also to be mindful who you help and who you are kind to, cause there's always rotten that can harm you, and lowkey if you get hurt he will invite you to take back what you gave.
Despite this Halsin considers kindness the bare minimum a person should be, and what stops him from encouraging you to be kinder, its just the knowledge that you might get hurt.
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#bg3 x reader#astarion#bg3 astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion bg3#vault: lynn â#ask: lynn â#asklynnâ: request#halsin x reader#halsin bg3#halsin x tav#tav x halsin#bg3 zevlor#zevlor x reader#zevlor x tav#bg3 haarlep#haarlep#haarlep x tav#haarlep x reader#gale x gn!reader#gale x reader#gale x tav#gale x oc#gale x durge#wyll x reader#wyll x tav
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can we get some bakugou recs đđ (written and smaus pleaseee)
hello hellooo! oh man do i ever have some! you have no idea the can of worms you are opening my friend.
but first i am so sorry for how late this rec is! i wanted to get this done days ago, but the semester has been crazy packed. i'm going to get through all my asks one by one. thank you for your patience! anyways let's get into this !!
Bakugou Recs
Garden of Lungs (Hanahaki) by oweCrew [ao3]
synopsis: you have your whole life ahead of you, a promising future and jobs lined up after UA...but these stupid flowers are going to be the death of you, literally.
i flew through this fic so fast. it was the first time i had every heard of hanahaki disease and oof to my heart. i loved it!
Late Night Calls by fictionpls [ao3]
synopsis: much to bakugou's disdain, you skipped your meals again. tch, he's basically taking care of you at this point.
cute lil fluff oneshot with bakugou as your best friend...maybe more.
Nothing More, Nothing Less by @dekustowel
synopsis: bakugou made a big whoopsies. the only way to get out of it? fake date you, the internet's sweatheart, duh!
this smau idea has a hold on me. i'm a sucker for the fake dating trope. and i mean seriously, it's bakugou! [ongoing...]
Nerd (Affectionately) by @oniku-niku
synopsis: you're in love with bakugou, have been since you were kids. there was no use in hiding the truth. but did he have to be so rude about it??
most of this smau is a big ouch to the heart. but the drama gets heavier as the story goes on and i'm here for it! happy soft ending! :)
Speak by Kikyo851 [ao3]
synopsis: you could not believe that your soulmate was such a crude and violent person...just to spite the universe and him you decide not to say a word to your "soulmate."
soulmate au in which the first words that your soulmate says to you is written on your wrist. this fulfilled my needs of a bakugou soulmate au! so cute and it is complete!
Of Snowscapes & Explosions by sugarbun [ao3]
synopsis: you've been categorized as second to shoto todoroki ever since grade school. after a frustrated vent to bakugou and a few of his cracks revealing some of his own frustrations you realize that maybe you and him aren't so different after all.
guys....when i tell you this fic is the slowest slow burn. i feel like it's so accurate to how bakugou would actually fall for someone. sadly, this fic is unfished tho and hasn't been updated in a couple yearsđ but you should read it anyways.
cover shot (through the heart) by @andypantsx3
cross posted on ao3 here! cover shot (through the heart) by andypantsx3
synopsis: you're the only one who can deal with bakugou's attitude in the industry. he hasn't found something that bothers you...until he starts flirting with you, hello??
model/celebrity au. super cute fic. i'm warning you this is much spicier than some of my other recs. mdni. (also check out this author's other works. they have a lot of top tier content!!)
Motherly Love by @kweenkatsuki-fics
synopsis: bakugou gives his mom a late night call to thank her. the reason why softens her heart greatly.
super soft lil drabble that just about brings me to tears everytime i read it. in love with bakugou fr.
déjà vu by @cashmoneyyysstuff
synopsis: bakugou thinks back to some oddly familiar memories with you. and one thing always stays the same, you both are together.
oneshot the made my jaw drop. hit me hard in the feels.
untitled oneshot by @honeypirate
synopsis: being paired with your number 1 enemy for a group project proved that the universe hated you. well might as well have some fun with this and make bakugou's life just as miserable.
college au oneshot. i am always down for a good enemies to lovers trope!
risky by @kusaka6e
synopsis: moving from another country to work as a pro hero in japan was not the easiest. and a certain hot headed hero only adds to your frustrations.
oneshot about the obvious grown tension between you and pro hero dynamite.
i hope you find something you like! sorry for the late rec, have a lovely day/night!
#bakugou#i come back to you every time#mha x reader#mha#mha bakugou#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#katsuki bakugou#bakugou x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#bakugou katsuki#bnha x reader#bnha#bnha x you#bnha x y/n#katsuki bakugo x reader#bnha bakugo katsuki#bnha bakugou#katsuki x reader#katsuki x you#katsuki x y/n#ghost rec
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Could you please make a fic of Wanda and reader. Vision kisses Wanda even though they are broken up. Reader punches Vision and Wanda proves to reader she only loves the reader. Smut at the end bd happy ending please
I'm Yours Too
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader
Words: 9.5k+
Genre: Angst & Smut
Summary: Vision doesn't take the sight of you on his ex girlfriend's arm very well. What was supposed to be a night of Wanda proudly showing off her lovely girlfriend turned into a night that almost broke the both of you. But Wanda isn't one to let you get away so easily.
Warnings: Toxic!Wanda, jealous!Wanda, possessive!Wanda, alcohol use, mentions of cheating but not really (it's a misunderstanding), top!Wanda, bottom!Reader, fingering, strap on use (all r receiving), magic strap, also cum strap with a tiny bit of a breeding kink...
A/N: This doesn't 100% follow your prompt, anon, but it's pretty darn close! Also ha... don't know what came over me with the smut oops. I just really love writing toxic Wanda railing reader I guess....
Agreeing to go to this party was a big mistake. At least thatâs what you were beginning to believe as the minutes ticked by and you were still sitting alone at the bar, two and a half drinks down when you thought youâd only have one. But then again, you also thought your girlfriend wouldnât ditch you for so long to go god knows where.Â
Crowds werenât your thing either and Wanda knew that. So when she got invited to Tonyâs extravagant party she knew she would have to do some convincing. Luckily for her, she also knew exactly how to get you to agree. Right now, as you sat nervously in a sea of party goers, downing your third drink, you were really regretting how easily you folded.
Your fingers tapped on the bar counter as you considered ordering a fourth since Wanda was still nowhere in sight. The alcohol would calm your nerves hopefully, but the rational side of your brain told you to slow it down. You werenât drunk, but you definitely werenât sober either. It might be best to keep yourself as level as you can be while teetering that line between tipsy and drunk. At least until you find Wanda.
It didnât help that, not only had Wanda ditched you, but the moment you two got there she was preoccupied with whoever was blowing up her phone. You assumed that was why she told you she needed a moment and made her way through the crowd without you. What also added to your frustration was that you couldnât find a single soul you knew. Natasha had graciously thought to text you to tell you she would be there but was running late. At this point, between waiting for your girlfriend and waiting for your best friend for what you think is about thirty minutes, your patience was wearing thin.Â
You decided to give it just five more minutes. If you didnât see Wanda return to your side or Natasha to swoop in and rescue you, then youâd go hunt down your girlfriend. The only thing was now you couldnât decide if you wanted to drag her back to the bar and then freely let yourself get drunk with her watchful eye on you as you let go of your anxiety or drag her ass back home and into the comfort and safety of your very cozy bed. You were leaning towards the second option.
No matter how many times you checked your phone, it didnât change the fact that you had no new notifications. Not from Wanda, not from Nat, not from a single person you thought might be at that party. No, the only notification you got was the warning that your phone battery hit 10%. With a heavy sigh, you decided that was the sign to go find someone you knew. Preferably your missing girlfriend, who you were now quite frustrated with.
Pushing yourself off the bar, your eyes set their sights on the exit to the main hall of the party. Youâd scour the entire place if you needed to so you could find your girlfriend and hopefully convince her to get the hell out of here. Youâd already been scanning the crowd in the main part of the event and youâd definitely caught at least a glimpse of her red hair through the crowd, but alas she was nowhere insight.
With gusto, you pushed through the crowd until you reached the exit of the crowded room and was just met with a few scattered groups of people here and there in the halls leading up to the main event space. You took a deep breath, you might not have been outside necessarily, but at least you were away from all the excitement and the reduced noise was refreshing to you. Quickly, but still carefully as you scanned your surroundings, you made your way through the rest of the building. Still no Wanda. You were getting farther and farther away from the party and deeper and deeper into the more secluded parts of the convention center. Tony really picked a maze to rent out, you thought as you chose random halls to turn and search through.
All the while, you were checking your phone. You had sent more than a few texts to Wanda, each conveying a little more of your frustration than the last. None of those messages went answered, let alone read. What was worse was there was still no sign of Nat. She promised to text you the moment she arrived and you at least trusted her to keep her word, so you knew you at least wouldnât run into her in these halls.Â
After a few more turns, you realized the sound of the partyâs booming music was now nothing more than a dull hum. You were probably on the complete opposite side of the building. Your hopes in finding Wanda were starting to diminish and for a second you seriously contemplated just calling a car to take you home. But as if by some miracle you finally heard her voice echo down the hall.Â
Your pace picked up as you followed the sound of her voice. Finally, you could get the hell out of this place. Being left at the party for so long had already made you ready to leave, but having to search through an unfamiliar place for so long meant you werenât going to budge on that decision. Wanda was going to take you home and there wasnât going to be any argument about it.Â
âWanda, where did you go?â You said as you caught a glimpse of her when rounding the corner of the hall. âIâve been looking all over for-â You cut yourself off when she was fully in view. Only she wasnât alone. Stopping dead in your tracks the scene before you felt like a gut punch. There she was, Wanda, the woman you love, wrapped in the arms of the man she used to be with. Your world felt like it shattered in two seconds.
Neither heard you, but Vision was the first to see you. He pulled from Wandaâs lips to lock eyes with you. His face was devoid of any emotion when he took in your shocked expression. As if he didnât realize he was taking away the one person you love most in this world. As if what you caught him doing was nothing to him. Â
Wandaâs reaction was the exact opposite of Visions when their kiss broke, but you didnât notice. Your eyes locked on the man who was currently all over your girlfriend. You couldnât begin to look at Wanda, but if you did you wouldâve noticed the way her body was absolutely ridged in Visionâs embrace. The moment Wanda realized Vision had pulled away, her hands pressed hard to his chest and she gave a powerful shove. His arms fell from her, but when he didnât even acknowledge her fuming in front of him, she turned to see where he was staring off to.Â
And then her heart stopped. The anger Wanda showed towards Vision immediately transformed into concern as her eyes locked onto your face. Wanda knew what this looked like, and it wasnât good.Â
Wanda didnât have to read your mind to understand exactly what you thought this whole ordeal was, she could see it written all over your face. The problem is, it really wasnât what it looked like.Â
Wanda had been getting bombarded with messages from Vision from the very minute she arrived with you at Tonyâs party. He caught a glimpse of her with you on his arm and it sparked something in him to decide tonight was a night to make a stand. After messages flooded in, Wandaâs mood was souring when she was really hoping to enjoy this night and show you off to everyone as hers and hers alone. Only, she couldnât do that when she was getting increasingly pissed off with Vision and she was growing concerned heâd make a scene. So, she gave in and abandoned you at the bar to go have what was supposed to be a brief chat. She knew youâd be frustrated by this, but she had hoped sheâd be back quick enough to make it up to you. Wanda was incredibly wrong.Â
Vision and Wanda argued back and forth for well over half an hour. Wanda was clearly standing her ground, but unfortunately so was Vision. When Wanda felt more and more buzzes from her phone as the arguing went on she knew when she returned to your side youâd be pretty angry with her and then there went her evening of parading her girlfriend around proudly for the world to see. So, since the argument with Vision was getting nowhere Wanda tried to cut him off and just walk away. But âtriedâ is the key word here, because before she knew it he caught her off guard.
Vision was never one to make bold moves. When Wanda was with him, he was always incredibly predictable. It was part of the reason they didnât work. He was just⊠boring. There was no spark. But tonight, Vision was a little less predictable than Wanda expected. Before she could turn she found herself pulled back and into his chest and within a blink suddenly she found his cold lips pressed to hers. Immediately, she wanted to retch. The feeling of anyone touching her in any kind of way felt wrong to her, when she found you she knew you were the one sheâd been searching for. To even think about being with anyone other than you in any sort of intimate way made her skin crawl, so to have Visionâs lips pressed against hers felt like the most unnatural thing in the world. It made her want to rip his lips off, if she was being totally honest.Â
Admittedly, it took her a moment to get over the shock of his bold, but incredibly uncalled for actions, but when she did register exactly what was happening that was when the rage set in. That was also, unfortunately, a moment after you saw the scene as it unfolded.Â
So now, here all three of you were. Vision still oblivious to the rage he caused in Wanda. Wanda was looking at you with a mixture of panic and sympathy, knowing exactly what you must be thinking right now. And then there was you, still just standing there utterly frozen. Â
Your eyes finally drifted over to where Wanda stood and the look she was giving you made your stomach painfully turn. Wandaâs eyes were glued to you and all you could see in them was extreme guilt. Did she feel guilty she got caught? Did she feel guilty she just witnessed your heart break in front of her? Whatever that guilt was, it suddenly turned your shock into pure anger. Â
Your mouth opened and closed, trying to find the right words to respond to the shit show in front of you, but then you realized there were none. You wanted to scream and curse and, honestly, knock Visionâs lights out if you even thought that was possible. However, you knew none of that was productive and you also knew if you started screaming youâd also start crying and you didnât want to give them the satisfaction of that. You didnât want to break yet, not in front of Wanda and especially not in front of Vision.
So, you start to turn around. Your current plan: cut and run. This place is so much of a fucking maze, you were sure you could lose Wanda while you waited for a car to come.Â
Except, you shouldâve known Wanda was faster than you, so when you started to speed walk away she left Vision in the dust to follow right on your heel.
âWait, fuck, just wait!â Wanda yelled from behind you. You shook your head, there was no way you wanted to hear her out. Your blood was boiling and you could already tell you were two seconds away from losing your cool. You just had to get a fucking car and then you could lose it in the comfort of your own home. âCome on, where are you even going?âÂ
âAway from you,â You said over your shoulder. It was a miracle you were even able to dodge bumping into anyone as you were struggling to escape Wanda and call an Uber at the same time. There were a lot of factors that were making it way too difficult for you to escape a determined Wanda who was aggressively following you. One of the factors was that your hands were shaking so badly you could barely type what you needed to type in order to pick the right destination to get home and another factor was that your phone somehow ended up going from 10% to 1% in the time it took for you to find Wanda in the first place. Right before you were about to hit the button in the app to order your escape car, your screen went black and you stopped in your tracks.Â
âFuck!â You howled, half tempted to throw your phone across the hall.Â
âLet me take you home,â Wanda stopped right behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. âWe can talk.â
You jerked away from her touch as if it burned and when you spun around, seeing that look of guilt again pissed you off even further. âIâm not going anywhere with you.â
â(Y/N), just come on, let's go to the car.â Wandaâs voice was level, calm even. She was doing her best to be patient and understanding, because she knew what you must be thinking. She wouldâve been furious too if the positions were switched. However, the more calm she sounded the more you thought she was being condescending, even if there was no indication of that in her tone. You were just too hurt and angry to really pay attention to much else at the moment.Â
âIâll find another way,â You spat. âI donât want to be near you right now. I canât even fucking look at you.â
That hit a nerve. For a split second you saw frustration towards you flash on Wandaâs features, but then in a blink it was gone and her composure came back. Wanda didnât want to spend the night screaming at each other, she was going to at least try to avoid that. If she could calm you down she could explain and start making it up to you, but your behavior was quickly testing her.Â
â(Y/N), stop it.â Wandaâs voice was more firm as she spoke. âLetâs just go. How are you going to even get home without me? Your phone is dead. Whatâs your plan?â
âIâll take her.â The two of you turned to follow the voice and to your relief there came Nat from the other end of the hall. Â
Natasha had some great fucking timing. You didnât want to be near Wanda for another second and now finally your best friend was there to save the day. You didnât even know how she found you in this place, but you were too thankful to even question it.Â
âCome on,â Nat extended a hand towards you. âIâll take you home.â She nodded at you encouragingly, soft eyes meeting yours. She didnât know what this was about, but she didnât need much context to know that somehow Wanda majorly fucked up. Nat knew it was only a matter of time before that happened. She saw how territorial Wanda was with you and for some reason, Nat never trusted it. So, unfortunately for Wanda, Nat became almost as fiercely protective of you as she was.Â
âOkay,â You let out a shaky sigh of relief. âOkay, yeah.â You took her hand and thatâs when Wandaâs patience was really wearing thin.Â
âI can take her home,â Wanda stepped in front of Nat quickly before she could pull you away. âWe,â Wanda turned her eyes to look at you, âNeed to seriously talk.âÂ
âShe said she didnât want to, Wanda.â Nat answered for you. The glare she gave Wanda would make anyone else cower in fear, but directed towards Wanda it only angered her more. âIâm taking her home.âÂ
âAnd what then?â Wanda challenged. Nat knew exactly what Wanda was implying. As much as you told Nat you reassured Wanda that the thing between you two was platonic, Nat knew Wanda refused to believe you.Â
âIâm just dropping her off.â Nat didnât miss a beat, refusing to back down from Wandaâs attempts to intimidate her.
âSure you are,â Wanda scoffed.Â
âWanda!â You interrupted. This was ridiculously and you just wanted to go home. Right now really isn't the time to deal with a fight between the two people who care about you most, or at least who you thought did. âYouâre not one to talk and Iâm leaving right now.â With that you tugged on Natâs hand and began to walk in any direction that didnât lead to Wanda. Youâd find your way out of this place somehow, hopefully, but right way or not you didnât want to look at your girlfriend any longer. âDonât follow us!â You ordered behind you as you dragged Nat with you.
Wanda stood there and watched you walk away. She wasnât going to follow you, she already had a better plan. She was going to beat you home. After all, she did have a key to your place. Was it the best plan to corner you and get you to talk? No, Wanda thought this would definitely be a night full of yelling and arguing now, but she didnât really give a fuck. She wasnât going to leave Natasha alone with you while you were in this state. No matter what, Wanda just didnât quite trust Nat with you. Whether Nat realized it herself or not, Wanda knew there was more to her feelings. She watched the way Natasha looked at you, she didnât need to read her mind to know what her intentions were.Â
So as soon as the two of you were out of sight, Wanda rushed to her car. She was going to make sure she got there first.Â
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The car ride with Natasha was silent, but you were incredibly thankful for that. You just sat with your eyes glued to the window. The passing scenery not even registering to you, all you saw was that scene of Vision kissing Wanda replaying over and over again. Natasha didnât question what happened, she knew if you wanted to talk you would. Instead, she just drove, her eyes flicking over to you every once in a while to make sure you were okay.Â
When you both pulled up to your place, you asked Nat if you could sit in the car for a little bit, not quite ready to walk into your empty home and break down.Â
âWhat happened?â Nat tentatively asked, breaking the silence after a few minutes of you just sitting and staring at your front door. âYou donât have to answer if you donât want to.â She quickly added, trying her best not to push you into doing or saying anything you didnât want to.
âShe kissed Vis.â Your voice was barely a whisper, your hands balling into fists on your lap. Natasha just stared at you for a moment. If she already wasnât pissed with the scene she witnessed at Tonyâs party, now she was furious.Â
âWhatever you need,â Nat offered, âIâm here.â She knew from your tone you didnât want to give much more information, so she didnât press. She just offered you what space she could and waited patiently as you both sat in silence for a few more minutes.Â
After some time went by, you finally nodded to yourself and started to get out of the car. Nat insisted on walking you in. You didnât protest much, you understood she was concerned about you. Natashaâs intention was just to give you a moment to collect yourself once you sat at home and give you the opportunity to talk more, cry, whatever you needed. She figured you could tell her then if you wanted her to leave or not, but if you wanted her to stay sheâd be the shoulder you needed to cry on.Â
So she followed you in, but what neither of you noticed was the familiar car parked on the other side of the street .
âI thought she was just going to drop you off.â You heard the voice in the dark the minute you and Nat walked in the door. It startled the hell out of you, but Nat just seemed unphased. She was somewhat expecting this behavior from Wanda. Natasha had hoped you two would make it time, so she could protect you while you did what you needed to heal from whatever pain Wanda caused. Obviously, that wasnât going to be how the rest of tonight played out.Â
Reaching over, you flipped the lights on only to see Wanda sitting on the couch, arms folded over her chest and clear irritation written all over her face. You expected Wanda to chase after you, but you didnât expect her to let herself into your place or to even beat you to it. Right now, you were really regretting giving her a key.Â
âHow did you get here before us?â Was the only thing you could think to say as you stared at the one person you really didnât want to be looking at right now.
âI should be asking you why it took you so long.â Wanda said, clearly still annoyed by Natashaâs presence. Meanwhile, Nat was just standing beside you, her arms folded just like Wandaâs, with a matching annoyed expression on her face. âWhat were you two doing in the car for so long?â You didnât miss what Wanda was insinuating and you didnât like it one bit.Â
âWe were talking.â Natasha answered for you. âI was comforting her.â Wandaâs lips twitched at that and you knew Nat just hit a nerve. You bit your lip to stop the taunting smirk you wanted to give Wanda. Anything that pissed Wanda off felt a little like a small victory. She was jealous? Good, you thought, now she had the smallest taste of how you were feeling.Â
âIâm sure you were,â Wanda gave a tight lipped smile. âBut we need to talk so I suggest you leave now.â
âIâm not leaving until she asks me to.â You looked at Nat in awe as she held her ground, not even phased by the brewing rage that showed in Wandaâs eyes. She stood by you, unwavering in her resolve. âI think itâs you who should leave.â
âOh do you?â Wanda scoffed. âIâm not leaving. Sheâs my girlfriend, or have you both forgotten?âÂ
âI think youâre the one that forgot that, Wanda.â You finally speak, fists clenching as you stand practically shaking. How dare she try to be territorial after she did what she did? You werenât going to stand for this or for the way she was treating Nat. âAnd I agree with Nat. You should go.â
Wandaâs eyes left Natâs for a moment and when they reached you, you could almost see them soften. She could tell you were hurting, could tell you were confused. All she wanted to do was clear the air, reassure you that what you saw was a misunderstanding that she doesnât and would never want Vision in the way she wanted you. If she could just talk to you without Natashaâs frustrating presence then everything would be okay, she was sure of it. It would take some convincing, but youâd understand. Sheâd make you understand.Â
But then, Nat placed her hand on your waist and something inside Wanda snapped. You saw her eyes zero in on the contact Natasha made with you and you didnât miss the way her eye practically twitched as anger began to rise yet again. âIâm not leaving.â Wanda held her ground. She was sure as hell not going to let you be alone, vulnerable and hurting with someone like Natasha to come prey on your current state. Wanda wasnât a fool, she could practically picture what would happen. âNot until we talk. Alone.âÂ
You looked from Wanda to Nat. On the one hand, you really wanted your closest friend to stay by your side, on the other hand you could imagine things would get ugly if Nat were to stay. It was clear, Wanda really wasnât going to leave until you two talked. Either way, you imagined things would get ugly, but at least you could save yourself a little bit from even more embarrassment by having Natasha avoid the total blow up that you knew was bound to happen.
âItâs okay, Nat.â You heard yourself say before you could really register your decision. âIâll be okay, why donât you head home?â
Natâs jaw clenched as she glared at Wanda for a moment before looking back at you. âAre you sure?â You felt her hand squeeze your waist gently where it rested and all you saw in your friendâs eyes was concern. âI donât have to-â
âShe said she wanted you to head home.â Wanda cut her off, stalking towards the two of you.Â
âI wasnât talking to you,â Nat spit, not even bothering to look over at Wanda as she came closer. âI can stay,â she reassured you.
You shook your head. Wanda was two seconds away from making this even worse than it already was. You werenât entirely sure what Wanda would do to Nat, and you knew Nat could hold her own, but you also didnât necessarily want to test any of that. âItâs okay, really.â You placed your hand over the hand Nat still had resting on your shoulder. âIf anything happens,â You said in a hushed voice. âIâll call you.â
âPlease do,â Natasha urged. She looked back between you and where Wanda stood. Thankfully Wanda stopped just a few feet from you both, seemingly satisfied for now that Natasha was agreeing to leave. She felt triumphant that clearly, even when upset with her, you knew to choose her in situations like this. If she wasnât still so concerned with getting through to you, she would be gloating at the fact that you chose her. Of course, she had no doubt that you wouldnât. You were hers and she knew that you knew that. Then again, she also thought you would never believe so easily that she would just willingly touch and be touched by another, not when you two were so clearly in love. But then, here you both were.Â
You gave Natasha one more nod of reassurance and Nat just looked back at you, hesitant to take her eyes off you for even a second, but the tap of Wandaâs foot told her if she didnât leave things would escalate even further fast. So, with great hesitation, she turned from you, giving you one last concerned look before heading out the door and closing it behind her.Â
It was silent for a moment. Your eyes were glued to the door Natasha had just walked out of and Wandaâs were glued to you. Neither of you knew how to start, but you knew if you started youâd just dig in. You were hurting and two seconds away from starting an all out war with Wanda, but you also knew that wouldnât be productive. If you were being honest, the only thing you wanted to do now that Nat was gone was crawl into bed and sob your eyes out.Â
â(Y/N), it wasnât what it looked like.â Wanda finally broke the silence, taking another step towards you.Â
You just scoffed and walked past her to the bedroom, making sure to not-so-gently brush her shoulder as you passed. If you two were going to have this fight you needed a minute. At least you wanted to change out of your party clothes. âThatâs a cliche,â You said over your shoulder as you walked into the bedroom. Wanda just stood there stunned for a moment, not used to getting the cold treatment from you. It was quickly beginning to irritate her.Â
Turning on her heels, Wanda was right behind you in a matter of moments, following you straight into the bedroom. âIt wasnât,â Wanda insisted, watching as you walked into your closet and began to pull out different clothes.
âIâve heard this all before,â You called from the closet as you dug for more comfortable clothes. âI know this story. I was just stupid to thinkâŠâ You stopped and shook your head before gathering your clothes. âIt doesnât matter. I donât want to hear it, Wanda. I honestly still want you to leave.âÂ
âJust let me explain,â Wanda sighed, sitting herself down on your bed while she waited for you to come back out of the closet. With clothes in your hand, your eyebrow quirked as you saw her get comfortable. Something about the image of Wanda in your room, on your bed, after you saw what you saw was making you feel more bitter. It made you think back to the kiss you witnessed and made you wonder how many times Wanda was in his bed since being with you.Â
âGet up and turn around.â You commanded as you stood right outside of your closet.Â
âWhat?â Wanda eyed you curiously. âWhy?â
âIâm going to change.â
âIâve seen you naked before,â Wanda deadpanned.
Yes, she certainly has, but the idea of her seeing you like that now made your stomach churn. Being vulnerable like that with her was a privilege you gave to her when you thought she was only being that intimate with you. Now, though, everything has changed. âI donât care.â Your tone was harsh. âGet Up. Turn Around.â
Wanda stared you down for a moment. You just stared back with exasperation and Wanda realized you wouldnât budge on this. With a loud and dramatic huff, she got up from where she sat herself on your bed and turned as you began to pull off your party clothes and slip into something more comfortable.
It didnât sit right with Wanda that you had her turn around. It was one little crack in her hopeful plan to convince you. It was a sign that you were slipping from her and the thought of that sent anxiety creeping up her spine. She tried to tell herself it was just your way of punishing her for the scene you saw. Once you understood it would be okay, she told herself. It had to be okay.Â
âYou can turn around now.â You said and immediately Wanda jumped at the opportunity to look at you again. She hoped that if you saw the sincerity in her eyes youâd be convinced faster that she wasnât cheating on you, but when she saw you look at her with nothing but an aloof expression, she was worried it wouldnât be so easy. Not only that, but she was already struggling to keep her composure with your stubborn attitude.Â
âCan we talk now?â Wanda was trying so hard to be gentle about this. She knew she had already lost her cool a few times tonight, especially with Natasha, and that wasnât going to win her any points but she still really just needed you to hear what happened.Â
âTalk.â You muttered, standing in front of Wanda with your arms crossed, trying to appear as closed off from her as possible. Wanda felt that crack in her hopes and composure once more, but she shook it off for a second and took the opportunity you were giving her.Â
âVision kissed me.â Wanda started. âI didnât kiss him.â
You just rolled your eyes at that. One thing you knew for sure if you were to even consider believing Wanda was that you were going to need more explanation than that to make this all okay. Even then how stupid did Wanda take you for? Vision might have kissed her, but she wasnât the one to pull back either.
âMhm, and that still makes it okay how?âÂ
âI didnât kiss him!â Wanda exclaimed in frustration. âIt wasnât me who did that!â
âYeah, but you didnât stop him either did you?â Wandaâs patience wasnât the only oneâs who was running up. You already didnât want to hear her excuses tonight and she was doing a horrible job at convincing you of tonightâs fiasco being about anything other than selfish actions by two people to hurt you.Â
âI was shocked,â Wanda sighed, knowing that she was sounding less convincing by the second, but still she wasnât going to let this go. She wasnât about to lose you. âHe caught me off guard and it took me a minute to react. Didnât you see me shove him away? Didnât you see how angry I was?â
âYeah, you only did that after you both realized I got there.â You scoffed.Â
âNo,â Wanda shook her head adamantly. âNo, I didnât know you were there.âÂ
âSure.â You really werenât buying any of this. Even if it was true that she wasnât expecting the kiss, that she didnât want it, there was something still nagging at you. âWhy did you even leave me to go see him in the first place?â
âI just wanted a nice night,â Wanda offered. âHe wanted to talk, so I agreed and thought after we could get on with our evening.â
âYou left me alone for over thirty fucking minutes, Wanda!â All of these excuses Wanda was giving you felt like it was belittling the hurt you felt. You knew you hadnât really let her talk long but you were already tired of hearing all of it. You were tired of this conversation and you were about done. âWhy didnât you even think to tell me it was him you were going to meet? Do you know how suspicious that looks?â
âI know, I know!â Wanda pleaded. âBut thereâs nothing going on between us. You have to believe me.â
âHow?â You sneered. âHow am I supposed to believe you? Obviously, thereâs something going on. Otherwise he wouldnât have kissed you.âÂ
â(Y/N), thereâs not and you know it. Youâre just too angry to listen to reason.â Wanda took a step closer to you, trying her best to get through to you with as much patience as she could muster after this trying evening. âYou just need to calm down and-â
âDonât.â You seethed. âDonât tell me what I need to do. What you need to do, Wanda, is leave. Now. Iâm done talking for the night.â That was it, you had it for one evening. Wanda accusing your emotions of skewing your perspective may have been right but it wasnât what you wanted to hear right now. You didnât really want to hear anything, you didnât even want to talk tonight but here you were. On your part, you thought you heard her out way more than she deserved for the night. Especially when you felt like you made it clear you didnât have much interest in doing this tonight in the first place.Â
âIâm not leaving.â Wanda held her ground in front of you. You two just stayed there for a moment, staring. Your expression challenging her to back down, hers daring you to push her further. Your fists clenched and unclenched as you tried to figure out your next move and then it dawned on you. If she wasnât going to leave you were. And since you were beyond hurt and angry, you knew you leaving her there alone to soak in the mess she made was perfect punishment for the pain she caused you.Â
Without a word you turned and started rushing around the room, gathering a few things youâd need for an overnight stay elsewhere. Wanda constantly questioned you as she watched you scurry around the room, but she didnât stop you just yet. She had hope youâd stop and come to your senses before you got too far. All you did was dodge her questions and keep on moving. You hadnât exactly figured out where youâd go for the night, but if she wasnât going to leave you werenât going to stay and you were pretty sure youâd figure out where to go once you actually got out away from Wanda. With clothes stuffed in your arms and your keys in hand, you thought the only good thing about this situation was the anger and shock had sobered you up very quickly. You had a few drinks at the party, but that isn't affecting you as much anymore. The one thing that might affect your driving was the threat of tears that might spill once you were completely alone. It was a risk worth taking, you told yourself, because one more moment next to Wanda and you were going to break down in front of her. That was still something you wanted to avoid.Â
You reached the door, your hands still full as you struggled to turn the knob and open it. In two quick strides Wanda was right behind you, her hand reaching in front of you to slam the door shut the minute you had it barely cracked. âWhere the hell do you think youâre going?â She hissed through clenched teeth. Obviously, you hadnât come to your senses in time so she realized she had to step in and stop you before you did something reckless.Â
âIf youâre not going to leave, then I guess I will.â You turned slowly, trying to glare Wanda down and not show any sort of reaction to the anger burning in her eyes.
âWhere will you go then, huh? To Natâs?â Wanda practically spit Natashaâs name out her mouth as she spoke. âWhat so Vision kisses me and now youâre going to go fuck your buddy?â
Your eyes widened in shock at that. âWhat are you even talking about, Wanda?â You had always known Wanda was a jealous person and she was definitely not subtle about her disdain for Natasha, but you didnât actually think sheâd accuse you of that. Then again, you also didnât think sheâd cheat on you with Vision, but here you two were. âThereâs nothing between me and Nat, but youâd think that wouldnât you? Paranoid about us? Makes sense, if youâre seeing Vision behind my back of course youâd be worried Iâd be doing the same thing with someone else.â
âI told you,â Wanda said through gritted teeth. âVision kissed me. I am not with him.â
âWhy didnât you pull back? Why were you in his arms? It didnât look like that!â You asked again, daring her to give you a better answer. Actually no, you didnât want to give her another opportunity for a shitty excuse, you just really wanted to leave. It was just hard to actually do that when Wanda still had a firm hand on the door, keeping it shut as she cornered you between her arms. âWell, Wanda, you can go be with Vision. I donât care! I donât care who you fuck and you donât have any right to care if I go out and fuck Natasha.â Not like you would, but at this point you just wanted her to feel the hurt you were feeling. âIâm leaving.â
âYouâre not going anywhere.â Wandaâs voice wasnât a yell anymore. It was low, dangerous, and threatening. You did manage to hurt her, but even worse, you managed to make her absolutely rage too. Wandaâs hands left the door and quickly went to either side of your waist, her nails digging into your skin through your shirt as she not so gently pushed you against the door. âDo I need to remind you that youâre mine?â
Your jaw clenched, your anger has already obviously gotten the better of you, but now itâs gotten the better of Wanda too. She got angry, sure, but she was always careful around you. She had good control of it, at least usually. She knew that if she went off around you it could scare you, and that was the last thing she wanted. So she reined it in for you, but now you were threatening to go be with someone else? She couldnât have that. All of this started because of Vision and Wanda silently made a promise to herself to take care of him at a later date, but right now she needed you to understand just how badly you fucked up now. And as you watched Wanda seeth in front of you, you were beginning to regret those words.
âWanda, you donât just get to own me and go fuck around with Vision.â
âFor the last fucking time I am not!â Wandaâs words echoed throughout the room. Her eyes swirled with red magic and you knew that was a sign that Wanda was very quickly losing any ounce of control she had left. The red in her eyes burned like fire as she stared you down. You felt her fingers dig harder into your skin as she held you and you could tell she was trembling at this point too. She was beyond control now as she had you pinned to the door. âAnd I do own you,â Wanda hissed before pressing herself fully to you.
You grunted at the feeling of her pressing you impossibly close to the door. Your hands went up to her shoulders to shove at them, to try to get her to back off, but it was like she didnât even notice. Which, that would make sense considering you knew Wanda was much stronger than you. Wanda leaned in so close to you that you felt her breath ghost your lips and in any other moment you wouldâve been weak at the knees, but with the way the look in her eyes was completely unhinged, her close proximity only made you gulp.Â
 âI have never,â she put as much emphasis on each word as she spoke, âbeen with Vision since I met you.â Wanda was speaking in a whisper now, but you didnât miss the way her lips twitched in anger. You also didnât miss the way you felt Wanda pin you more with her body than her hands and then you realized it was her way of being able to move them freely without the risk of you running.
One of her hands moved up until she was gripping your chin while the other started to snake down your body. With her hold on you, you couldnât look away even if you wanted to, but that wasnât your main concern. Your main concern was the feeling of Wanda popping the button of your pants open. âWandaâŠâ This time all the anger left your voice and the only emotion it had in it was fear. This wasnât something you wanted to happen with Wanda. She was always loving and gentle with you. You werenât used to this side of her. Wanda had talked to you about the darker sides of her, but you never imagined you would see it full force, but now here you were. And you were honestly a little bit to blame. You pushed her buttons, you wanted to hurt her and hurt her you did. It shouldâve been obvious that Wandaâs response to hurt wouldnât be the best.Â
âYouâre mine, (Y/N),â Wanda whispered before turning your chin with her hand, letting your neck be exposed to her. âBut donât worry⊠Iâm yours too.â WIth that you felt Wandaâs teeth sink into your neck and the hands that were once trying to push her away grabbed fist fulls of her shirt.Â
âWanda!â You tried to sound firm but your voice quivered as you spoke, obviously affected by the way Wandaâs teeth dragged down your skin, even if you didnât want to be right now. You knew, you should probably try harder, but it was also Wanda and her touch always broke your resolve. Except, you were still hurting and not sure how much you believed Wanda even if she said she was yours, even if she said she wasnât with Vision. You wanted to believe her, which might be why you werenât exactly trying that hard to protest her touch, but then you felt her hand begin to slip into your panties and you knew you had to shut it down.Â
âWanda, I donât want this,â your voice was quiet, but firm. And thatâs all it took for Wanda to utterly freeze. You both were breathing hard for a moment, Wandaâs body still pinning you to the door as you both stood there. As much as Wanda wanted to prove her point, stake her claim on you, she would never do it against your will. She lost herself and suddenly her blood ran cold as she took in just how badly she lost control. The thought of you being with someone else, that made her blood boil, but you not wanting to be hers anymore? That made her terrified.Â
You were the bright light in her life that she was missing for so long. You were someone Wanda was waiting for and she never even knew it. She had tried with Vision, had tried to make things work, but try as she might there was always something missing. That is, until you smiled at her, your eyes filled with nothing but innocent admiration for her. It took just one smile from you and suddenly Wandaâs whole world lit up. The thought of not having that anymore was unfathomable to her. You were the source of her happiness, the air she breathed, all Wanda knew since the moment she met you was, well, you. She couldnât lose you, but sheâd be damned if she ever actually hurt you. And fuck she came so closeâŠ
Wandaâs hands immediately moved, but they didnât let go of you. This time they found their way back to your waist and her head moved back to look you in the eye again. Immediately, you knew you got through to her, but you also knew she was two seconds from breaking too. âI was not with Vision.â Wanda said this more firmly. No more anger in her voice, but still it was filled with utter conviction. âI wasnât. Iâm sorry that I⊠That I almost- but I wasnât. I was not with Vision.â
âOkay,â you nodded, swallowing hard. âOkay.âÂ
âIâm yours, I couldnât be anyone elseâs.â In that moment you really believed her. After all the anger had passed you could finally see it. Just as you couldnât have fathomed Wanda doing something like that before you saw what you saw, she couldnât fathom doing something like that to you either. âI. Am. Yours.âÂ
âI know,â You whispered, your hands finally relaxing on her shoulders. âI believe you.â
Wanda sighed for a moment, but you could tell she was still waiting for something. She still had a tight grip on you and she wasnât going to be letting go any time soon, but you knew it was out of fear this time and not anger. There were words she wanted to hear, but she had already pushed too much, already made a huge mess of things. The way she almost took what you werenât willing to give, she couldnât overstep again or she knew it wouldnât end well for the both of you, if there still was something between the both of you.Â
âIâm yours too.â Wandaâs eyes searched yours as you spoke. She wanted to make sure this wasnât said out of fear, especially considering how she was acting just moments ago, she wouldnât be surprised if you were lying to protect yourself. But you werenât, she could see it in your eyes. You looked sad, yes, but you werenât scared when you said those words. Wanda didnât need to read your mind to know that, not that she ever would. She might have lost control, but she would never violate you like that or in any other way, despite how close she had come. She still stopped when you said no, she still resisted the urge to read your thoughts when you were pushing back so hard.Â
Wanda took a deep breath. âI canât lose you,â she said, her voice quiet as she spoke. Her head pressed against yours, unable to look into your eyes as she tried to get out her one request. âPlease, donât go to Natashaâs tonight.â
âI wonât,â You whispered, your hand reaching up to cup her cheek. âIâll stay, okay?â
Wanda didnât say anything, you just felt her nod before her lips pressed gently against yours. This kiss was filled with emotion, filled with love and longing. You knew she was trying to show you she wouldnât hurt you again in the kiss, but you also knew she was struggling to hold back her need to confirm you were really hers. Your hands moved and wove into her hair and you pulled her body closer to yours yet again. You were still trapped between Wanda and the door, but this time you didnât mind. The hands that had already popped the buttons of your pants open were still at your waist, but as the kiss deepened you felt them begin to drift back to where they once were. Only this time, you were more than happy to let Wandaâs hands roam.Â
âIâm so sorry I hurt you,â Wanda whispered against your lips.Â
âItâs okay,â You said between kisses. âItâs okay.â Your grip on her hair was tighter as the kiss shared between you two grew more desperate. There was an unspoken understanding of what Wanda needed and youâd be lying if you said you didnât need it too. She needed to prove to you that you belonged to hers, and you needed her to touch you in a way you knew was only reserved for you.
Wandaâs hands slid straight into your panties and with the way she was kissing you and even the way her teeth marked your neck before, you were already wet for her. When Wandaâs fingers brushed against your clit to collect your wetness, she immediately felt that surge of pride and possession she got from touching you. She knew only she could have this part of you, only she could make you feel this way and touch you in this way. That fact alone had Wanda eager to take all youâd give.Â
Wandaâs lips moved to your neck once again and when you felt her teeth drag along your skin you couldnât stop the quiet whine that left your lips. You were driving Wanda crazy and she already had so much possessive energy she needed to pour into you, so she didnât waste any time. Without much warning, you feel Wanda slide her fingers down between your folds before two of them dipedp into you.Â
Your hands clench impossibly tighter into her hair and she didnât hesitate to start a steady rhythm. It doesnât take long for moans to fall from your lips and Wanda thinks they are music to her ears. Sheâs drunk off your reactions and off the way you clench around her fingers when she hits the spot she knows you love. All of this feels so much more intense after the night you two had, after Wanda almost lost you and after you thought Wanda wasnât yours. Now you both know, thereâs no one who could take you two away from each other. Wanda was yours and by some miracle you were still hers. Not Natashaâs, not anyoneâs, only Wandaâs.Â
The thought of that spurred Wandaâs movements more, pumping her fingers harder into you. Your hands left her hair to steady yourself on her shoulders, your nails digging into her skin. It was getting difficult for you to stand up straight, what with the way Wanda was pressing her hips into yours with every pump of her fingers and how your pants and panties had both somehow fallen down your legs enough to give Wanda more ease in fucking you.
If Wanda was drunk off your reactions, you were absolutely lost in her touch. The way her fingers felt inside you, the way her tongue felt on your skin. You didnât even mind that in the morning your neck would be covered with visible marks, the sting of her teeth sinking into your neck too tantalizing to care about much else in the moment. You felt that tight pull in the pit of your stomach that indicated you were fast approaching the edge, but Wanda wasnât quite done yet.Â
âI want to feel you cum around my cock,â Wanda growled against your neck, her fingers pulling out without warning.Â
You were already too lost in your own pleasure to really realize anything she was saying but the minute you lost contact your confusion overtook you. âWanda what? What do you- Fuck!â Wanda didnât waste any time, magicking her pants away and a strap between her legs. It took her two seconds to line it up with your entrance and replace her fingers with it.Â
The back of your head hit the door the moment you felt her sheath it inside you. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as she ground herself into you to get herself as deep as possible. And then she hoisted up one of your legs, hooking it over her waist so her cock could go ever deeper inside you. The whole time, her iron grip and unwavering strength held you steady as she just pressed herself into you, enjoying the feeling of reaching deeper than she ever had before, deeper than you think youâve ever taken anyone before. Wanda did that for a moment, enjoying the way your walls squeezed her cock. But then it wasnât enough and with a growl she pulled out and started fucking you with abandon. You two had tried using a strap-on before, but this was definitely a new one. Wanda couldnât help the pride she felt at your ease in taking all of her despite the size and the aggression in the way she was pumping herself inside you.
You didnât think sheâs ever fucked you like this. No, you knew this was new. She was always gentle, always making sure her touch was controlled and loving. This wasnât the same, her touch was more possessive than it ever had been, all consuming. You had hit a nerve, you had threatened to not be hers, and now she needed to prove to you that you belonged to her, heart, mind, and especially body.Â
The sounds of your hips hitting the door with each time Wanda pushed her own into yours sounded all throughout the room. With each moment Wanda pushed into you she let out a groan and you understood that her magic somehow allowed her to feel everything she was doing. Her nails dug into the thigh that was hooked to her waist and her other flew to your throat, pressing down just enough to drive you wild but not enough to bring fear.Â
You, for the most part, were just trying to take Wandaâs cock in the best way you could, moaning her name, chanting fuck when she began to speed up. It was all overwhelming in the best way and you knew Wanda could feel your thighs shake as she drew you closer to the edge.
âFuck, you feel good.â Wanda grunted in your ear as she continued to pump her cock into you. âSo fucking good. Fuck fuck!â Wandaâs pace became erratic and the hand that was pressed to your throat flexed as she avoided temptation to press down harder.Â
All you could do was moan as your hands grabbed at Wanda to keep yourself upright. You could tell by the force of Wandaâs hips pushing into yours that youâd have bruises, but you couldnât begin to care with how good it felt to have Wandaâs cock buried in you.Â
âIâm going to cum,â Wanda groaned. âFuck, I want to fill you with my cum.â Wandaâs cock slammed into you and you could tell by her trembling body that she was incredibly close. âIâm going to cum inside you.âÂ
As Wanda kept fucking herself inside you came out of your haze just slightly to question what she meant. Curious if it was something said at the heat of the moment or something Wanda actually meant. âWanda what do you mean- oh fuck.â And suddenly you got your answer. Wanda cried out and you felt hot spurts of Wandaâs cum fill you from the inside. As her faux cock still moved inside you, you felt her continue to fuck her cum deeper inside you and the sensation was too much for you to take, you yourself falling apart on her cock just seconds after.Â
Wanda slumped forward, her forehead pressed to yours as you both tried to catch your breath. You felt her cum drip down your thigh when Wanda finally let your leg fall from her waist, but you werenât recovered enough to move from the door and clean yourself up yet.
âYouâre mine,â Wanda whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. âDonât ever forget that.â
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Steve Harrington x fem!Reader
Rated MA for the most long-winded poetic smut i've ever written jfc đ€Šââïž slow burn fluff with a couple sprinkles of angst for flavor, reader uses fem pronouns and is described as having female parts, it's dirty y'all but at least they use protection
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A/N: you all know my mo by now i disappear for a year and then come back and lay down some god damned PORN. this fic is no exception to the rule. @shakespeareanwannabe requested this back in july and she literally just asked for a cute moment between steve and dustin, sorry you got 6k words more than you bargained for đ but also thank you for betaing and the constant validation you're the best ily đ€
Steveâs not sure how it even worked.
He can still remember the look on Robinâs face when you agreed, how she was speechless for almost ten minutes because she couldnât process what had just happened.
Steveâs reaction was about the same as hers, in all honesty. Heâs gotten so used to striking out that asking people out has become something of a game to him. He knows heâll get a no, and he knows Robin will laugh her ass off at him. But what can he say? He likes putting a smile on his best friendâs face.
Needless to say, youâve shaken him. In the best possible way. Because your answer was three letters instead of two.
And now, he's a little bit in over his head.
Or, to be more accurate, a lot in over his head.
It seems like itâs been ages since heâs gone on a date, even though itâs only been a few months at most. He feels lost, like heâs completely unlearned everything he ever knew about girls.
He hates it, despises it with every fiber of his own being, but he also knows itâs true; he needs advice. And although heâll never admit it to the little shitheadâs face, thereâs no one better he can think of going to than his very own protege. Who better to remind him of his own prowess than the person who learned everything they know from him?
One look at Dustinâs smug little face and Steve almost regrets it. Almost.
âJust canât stay away, can you?â
âYeah, yeah.â Steve rolls his eyes and gives the younger boy a little shove, camouflaging it with an affectionate pat on the back. âThis is strictly business, Henderson.â
âOh, is it now?â The younger boyâs voice takes on a smug tone as he folds his fingers together and leans back in his chair. âWell then, why donât you have a seat? Step into my office.â
Steve rolls his eyes and slides into the booth, shooting a smile and a âthank youâ to the kind waitress who delivers two milkshakes to their table.
Dustin takes his time and makes a meal of unwrapping his straw, feeding off of Steveâs clear impatience Steveâs fingers tap against the table, reminding himself that patience is necessary when you come to someone for a favor. Itâs just that itâs Dustin, and Dustin knows exactly how to get under the older boyâs skin in the most annoying-yet-oddly-endearing fashion.
âSoâŠâ Dustin finally says after a lengthy sip of strawberry milkshake. âWhat brings you so humbly to me?â
âIâve got a date.â
And Dustin, the little bastardâhe laughs. A deep, rumbling belly laugh, so pure and unfiltered that the three other occupied tables in the diner pause their conversations to get a look at the boy clutching his sides.
Steveâs a little embarrassed by the attention, but even more embarrassed that Dustinâs reaction is so genuine. The fact that the idea of him having a date is so laughable is a bit of a punch to the gut. It hasnât really been that long, has it?
When Dustinâs laughter finally dies down he realizes Steveâs face is completely serious, and it makes him giggle even more.
âWait, youâre actually serious? Who on earth did you manage to pull?â
Steveâs nearly bashful as he says your name, and even more bashful when Dustinâs jaw visibly drops.
âNo fucking way. Iâd believe anyone else, but her? Sheâs like⊠hotter than Phoebe Cates. Thereâs no way you wouldnât strike out with her.â
Steveâs immediately on the defensive. Is it really so hard to believe that he, former king of Hawkins High, could pull the most gorgeous girl in town?
But thatâs just it. Thereâs really no one like you, not in his eyes. Heâs admired you since freshman year and never once even tried with you because he knew he wasnât worthy. You were always in the backgroundâa beautiful, kind, smart, funny girl just out of his reach. Part of the reason he even asked you out was because he was so sure he would strike out. In the end, losing his confidence was exactly what he needed to pull the girl of his dreams.
And thatâs why thereâs so much riding on this. Youâve always been his biggest âwhat ifâ, the girl he wonders about when thinking that maybe not trying has been holding him back. And apparently, it has.
âLook, I donât even know how it happened, okay? But she said yes, and⊠and I really donât want to blow it.â
âWell duh. Youâll have to leave town if you blow it with her, you know that, right? If she doesnât think youâre worth it, no one else in this town ever will again.â
âThatâs exactly what Iâm afraid of!â Steve groans, slouching down so far in the booth that Dustin can just barely see his poor, overwhelmed face.
âSteve, listenâŠâ Dustinâs voice takes on an almost fatherly quality, an omniscient tone that gives off the illusion of great hidden knowledge. He gets like this sometimes, and Steveâs not always sure that it is just an illusion. âDonât let this go to your head, but youâre, like, one of the coolest guys I know. If she doesnât like you⊠thatâs her problem, not yours. Okay?â
Steve straightens in his seat, a little shocked to hear such kind words from a friend that heâs used to being mercilessly teased by.
âNo, no, no, itâs going to your head. I take it all back. Forget I said anything.â Dustinâs hearty giggle makes Steve smile as he sets a wad of bills on the table and slides out of the booth.
âYouâre not so bad Henderson, you know that?â He gives the younger boyâs full head of curls an affectionate ruffle. âThanks, kid. Iâll radio later.â
Not that Steve didnât have total faith in his young protege, but itâs still a relief that the pep talk turned out to be exactly what he needed to hear. Dustinâs right, after all. Steveâs worked hard to become the man heâs always wanted to be. He may not be dripping charisma or sex appeal the way he used to, but heâs much more comfortable in his own skin. Thatâs what counts, right?
And you really are his dream girl. The opportunity to take you out tonight, even if it ends up being your first and only date together, is an honor. Heâs much less focused now on all the ways he could screw up, hyper-fixated on putting the effort in to make this the best night of your life.
That effort comes out in the carefully selected suit jacket he dons over his white button-up, the extra spritz of cologne, the careful touch-up shave to vanquish his five oâclock shadow, the extra ten minutes using the perfect amount of product in his hair so that it stays in place yet is still soft to the touch.
By the time he gets to Enzoâs (half an hour early, mind), heâs practically vibrating with nerves and anticipation. Heâs never been much of an overthinker, but he sure is tonight. Is this place too much for the first date? Would you rather do something lowkey, like catch a movie or go for a walk in the park? He has to remind himself a couple of times that you agreed to this, that you wouldnât have said yes if you werenât interested in the arrangement.
To say heâs prepared for this is putting it lightly. Heâs run through every possible scenario in his mind, gone over conversation starters and questions he wants to ask you over and over again until he knows exactly how he wants to phrase each thing.
And still, nothing could prepare him for when you walk through the door.
He has to physically restrain his jaw from dropping because in the moment he sees you, every well-planned thought and all etiquette is flushed down the proverbial pipes. Youâre nothing short of breathtaking in a dress that hugs all the right curves and shows just enough cleavage to have him imagining what else there might be to see. Your hair is pinned back out of your face, eyes framed by just the slightest bit of makeup to make the color of your irises pop. He swears heâs never seen a shade quite like them. Itâs like you move in slow motion as you approach himâhe sees the entrance of the smoking hot love interest in every romantic comedy, complete with smoke and fireworks, as you move towards the table.
And then some sense of decorum returns to his addled brain, and he quickly shoots up so he can pull out your chair for you like a proper gentleman. He catches just the slightest whiff of your perfume, and heâs a goner. Heâs ready to sign his life away to you, to yank his own heart out of his chest to offer to your careful hands.
He has to give his head a shake to compose himself before he goes any further off the deep end. No oneâs ever thoroughly shaken him the way you have, and itâs been a matter of thirty seconds. Itâs almost intimidating, the effect you have on him.
âYou look⊠incredible,â he fumbles as he takes his seat across from you. âI mean, you always do, but⊠wow.â
The shy giggle you emit tugs at a heartstring he didnât even know he had.
âThank you,â you tell him with a genuine smile. âYou clean up very well yourself.â
âI do like to put in some effort every once in a while.â He flashes the most charming smile he can muster, and just like that heâs back. His resolve to impress you is reinforced tenfold. Youâve shaken him, and itâs such an unfamiliar feeling that heâs practically bumbling. He wants to shake you just as badly.
The foodâs delicious, and the conversationâs even better. He has a track record for taking out a moreâfor lack of a better termâbimbo-y type, and thatâs definitely not you. Youâre smart, youâre witty, but you donât make him feel like an idiot. Heâs so taken with you that he doesnât even notice that three hours have passed until he looks around the room and notices that every table is now empty and bussed.
The waiter delivers the check, and Steve notices you gnawing on your lip.
âWhatâs on your mind?â He asks, trying not to be too prying.
âI donât want this to be over yet.â
Steve smiles. Heâs got you; hook, line, and sinker. Heâs never been so sure of anything, and that surprises him. Heâs used to dates who are easy to read and even easier to take home, and those arenât the impressions youâve been giving him. To know that youâre feeling exactly what heâs feeling is a huge confidence boost.
âI donât either.â
Your hand is so small compared to his. Thatâs all he can think about as he strolls next to you, his fingers intertwined with yours. Heâs always considered hand-holding to be childâs play, itâs never excited him before the way it does in this moment with you.
Itâs pitch black in the park and he can hear the overlapping chirping of summer cicadas and grasshoppers, the perfect background noise now that the conversation has died down. Itâs less about getting to know each other at this point and more just basking in each otherâs presence, prolonging the inevitable because neither one of you can bear to call it a night when itâs been such a good few hours.
Youâre shocked, to say the very least. Steve certainly has a reputation, and itâs not for being a romantic. Yet everything tonight has flown in the face of all the rumors youâve been hearing since junior high. You figured heâd be a fun fling, and probably only one night at thatâyouâd made your peace with the idea. To find that heâs kind, considerate, funny, and can match your intellect and quick wit⊠itâs a very pleasant surprise. And thatâs what has you out well past a decent hour, giddy over simply holding his hand like youâre a damned school girl all over again.
âI should probably let you go home,â Steve sighs wistfully. He hates to be the one to bring it up, but youâre on your fifth lap around the park and about to circle back to where your car is parked so now seems the best time.
Youâre chewing your lip again, a thoughtful habit that makes his heart pound just a little bit harder.
Hereâs the thing: youâre really not the bold type. You act confident, sure, but in practice itâs a lot more difficult for you. So no oneâs more surprised than you are when you say, âYou could come home with me. If you want.â
Steveâs definitely shocked, too. Less shocked at your proposition and more at the fact that heâs tempted to decline. Because no matter how much heâs been running through the back of his mind what you might look like under that gorgeous dress, he doesnât want this to end there. For the first time in his life, he wants to find more meaning than sex out of a relationship. He doesnât want to take you home and never see you again. He wants to take you out again, and again, and again, and again after that. He sees a future, for once, that doesnât look dim and hopeless. That fact alone scares the shit out of him.
He realizes heâs waited way too long to reply and fumbles for an answer. âOf course I want to. Iâd be an idiot not to. ButâŠâ
You chew that cursed bottom lip of yours again, and Steve has to focus on the obvious cue youâre giving him rather than the fact that he wants to be the next set of teeth around that lip.
He stops in his tracks, gently pulling on your hand to face him so he can take your other hand in his free one. âItâs not a bad but. I mean, Iâm going to go home kicking myself for saying no because I really honestly do want to⊠well, yâknow. But⊠I want to do this right with you. I want to take you out again. I want to get to know you and see where this goes. I canât⊠I donât want this to end tonight.â
Heâs eternally grateful for how dark it is as he feels a flush consume his face. He canât remember a time heâs been so honest and open, especially on a first date; but the look on your face tells him heâs done something right.
âOkay,â you tell him, squeezing his hands in yours. âYou⊠honestly have no clue how nice it is to hear that.â
âOf course,â he continues, âif you just want me for my body, no hard feelings.â
You laugh at that, genuinely laugh, and Steve thinks itâs the best sound heâs ever heard.
âNo,â you reassure him. âNo, I⊠I wanna see where this goes, too.â
Youâre stopped only a few paces from your car, and Steve knows with a twist of his gut that this is the end of the night. It makes his gut turn with disappointment, but also with anticipation of when heâll see you next. Already, his mind is flooding with ideas of where he can take you and what youâll do together.
You drop one of his hands so you can walk but keep a tight grip on the other until you get to your driverâs side door, hesitating outside because youâre still not ready for this to be over. It takes every ounce of restraint he has not to kiss you, unsure of if that would be moving too fast.
Thankfully, you make the call yourself. Leaning up on your toes, hands against his chest for balance, you press your lips against his and he has to summon every mite of strength not to moan. No oneâs ever tasted so sweet, molded against him so perfectly. His hands drift from your shoulders down your arms, coming to rest on your waist as he pulls you just a little bit closer. Itâs a fight of will not to overstep, to break off the kiss before it can become too heated. His mind is spinning by the time you break away. Heâs aching for more, and he hopes you are too.Â
âGoodnight, sweetheart.â
âGoodnight, Steve.â
Your sweet voice replays in his mind all night, long after youâve gotten into your car and driven away, long after heâs returned to his own vehicle and pulled the radio out from under the driverâs seat to check in with Dustin, long after he arrives home and soaks in a cold shower for longer than he probably should. He doesnât think heâll ever get your voice out of his head, and he couldnât be any less upset about it.
He practically counts down the minutes until he sees you again. This time, he has a little less restraint. He greets you with a kissâa sweet peck and a hand on your waist that leaves you aching for even more.
Itâs a movie this time, a chance to enjoy each otherâs company on a night youâre both too tired from working to engage in heavy conversation and getting to know each other further.
It starts with sharing popcorn, then holding hands, then somewhere along the way the film is completely forgotten in favor of your lips meeting his. His breath grows heavy as his hands hold your face, committing you to memory while resisting the urge to explore further. Your hands, meanwhile, are firmly on his thighs, gripping tightly to keep yourself steady as you do everything you can to keep yourself from crawling into his lap.
He whispers your name, and your grip on him tightens.
âW-we shouldnâtâŠâ he murmurs, then gives up on the futile attempt at finishing his sentence so that he can pull you even deeper into the kiss as his tongue sweeps across your bottom lip.
It takes everything in him not to moan when your lips eagerly part to accept him.
Needless to say, once the credits start rolling youâre both more than a little hot under the collar.
âLet me buy you dinner,â Steve suggests as he woefully unwinds himself from you. Declining doesnât even flicker through your mind as a possibility.
Itâs not Enzoâs this time, but it doesnât have to be. He could set a soggy peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of you at this point and youâd still thank him for it. This time around, youâre not really as interested in the cuisine as you are just simply getting through this meal to whatâs next. Because whatâs next is all youâve been thinking about since you walked through the doors the night of that very first date and saw Steve Harrington wearing a blazer for you. Itâs a level of effort heâs definitely not known forâin fact, heâs built a reputation for putting in so little effort that it nearly made your jaw drop to see him trying. And it certainly made your heart skip a beat.
But then again, the Steve before you carelessly wolfing down his bacon cheeseburger seems very different from the Steve you knew in high school, even if you didnât know that iteration as intimately as this one. That one was cool, collected, snarky and pompous and maddeningly desirable.
This Steve, your Steve, is nearly an exact foil. Much less cocky, a little less confident but more self-assured in the ways that actually hold meaning, less worried about what the people around him are observing of him than what youâre observing of him. He seems happier, more carefree, more eager to please others than simply himself. Heâs grown so much in such a short amount of time, and you feel proud just for having the honor to witness it. Significantly more proud to be on the receiving end of his affections now that they hold the kind of value youâve always wished they would.
He looks up and notices you staring at him while lost in thought, a small smile spreading across his lips as your eyes quickly dart away.
âWhatâs on your mind?â He questions as he licks a stray bit of ketchup from his thumb.
âJust⊠happy Iâm here. With you.â It brings heat to your cheeks to admit it, but you donât want him to go unappreciated in this moment.
Itâs the right thing to say, because his smile grows even wider. âIâm happy too,â he admits. âI⊠Iâve wanted to ask you out for a while. Could never work up the courage, I guess.â
âSteve âthe hairâ Harrington was intimidated by me?â You say it with a mock gasp, but your shock is more genuine than you give off. Never in a million years would you have thought that he, the man who could have whoever he wanted, would be worried over you saying no to him. Itâs almost comical, especially considering the way you practically threw yourself at him on your first date. Of course then, you had no clue how much heâd developed as a person. Youâre almost ashamed of your behavior now, as if you mightâve inadvertently been taking advantage of the new and improved Steve who isnât just into you for a hookup.
He shrugs, nearly bashful at your teasing. âNever figured I was good enough for you. So I didnât bother to try.â
Youâre genuinely curious now, leaning in a little closer and brushing your fingers against his hand resting atop the diner counter. âWhat made you change your mind?â
âHonestly? I was so sure youâd say no that I asked just to give Robin a chuckle. She loves watching me get shot down.â
That makes you frown, and heâs quick to backtrack. âI wanted to! I just⊠Iâve had a bad track record lately. And youâre⊠youâre you. Youâre the last person I should be worthy of.â
His eyes are quick to avert from your gaze, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he contemplates whether heâs said too much.
âSteveâŠâ you properly grab his hand now in the hopes that itâll bring his eyes back to you, and it works. âYouâre the only person Iâve deemed worthy in a long time, honestly.â
Steve Harrington is scaldingly warm. Itâs one of many sensations forcing your mind into overdrive as he lays you delicately across the backseat of his beemer, one hand cushioning the back of your head while simultaneously deepening the already heated kiss and the other balancing his weight to lean over you in the cramped space without completely crushing you.
Your fingers tangle themselves into his soft brown locks, tugging ever-so-slightly as his tongue slips between your parted lips. Heâs an eager explorer and youâre more than happy to let him take the lead, to show you all the skill youâve heard so many whispers about.
You let out an involuntary moan as he wedges himself even closer to you, his body heat soaking through all the layers of clothing between the two of you and warming you all the way to your very bones.
Youâre practically aching, ready to beg, and he knows it the second you wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to get him even closer. If thereâs one thing Steve Harringtonâs good at, itâs assessing your needs. He pulls away just the slightest bit to adjust his position so he can get closer, wedging a knee between your legs to press right against your core, and it makes you jolt back against the car door at the same time his head hits the roof just a bit too hard.
You both pause for a moment, the reality of your situation hitting you simultaneously, and then youâre laughing. Itâs light and edged with unresolved want, but itâs enough to fracture the tension of the moment.
âIâm sorry,â he whispers. âShouldnât have gotten so carried away. This isnât how I want to do this.â
âNo?â
âNo. You deserve way better than this old beater,â he chuckles, then leans down to kiss you. This kiss is lighter, no longer edged with tension and lust. He kisses you just to kiss youâthereâs no end goal to it this time.
âWhat could be better than a BMW?â You tease lightly, trying to reassure him that youâre less disappointed than you really feel.
âYou know. Something romantic. A proper bed, rose petals, maybe a few candlesâŠâ
âI donât need all that,â you try to tell him.
âI think I do,â he admits. And thatâs enough to pull you back, to remind you that you need to be patient and grateful that he values you so much as to want to do this whole thing properly. That his affection is something to be cherished, not taken for granted.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper. âI didnât mean to be pushy.â
âPlease donât apologize.â He hesitates to untangle himself from you, even though he knows he needs to. âI want this just as bad. I just⊠I need it to be right.â
âAs long as I have you, itâll be right,â you reassure. âI hope you know that.â
He presses his lips to yours again, a slow and passionate kiss that he hopes communicates every bit of adoration he feels for you in this moment.
âItâll be perfect. I swear,â he vows. Youâve never believed anything more whole-heartedly than you do this promise.Â
~~~
âWait, youâre telling me that you literally had her under you and you stopped?â Robinâs halfway through chewing a mouthful of popcorn and the absolute carnage inside her agape mouth makes Steve give her a light shove.
âItâs not polite to talk with your mouth full, yâknow.â
âItâs not polite to blue-ball either!â She shoots back in utter disbelief.
âHow do you think I felt? I was this close,â he holds his thumb and index finger barely millimeters apart, âto sealing the deal.â
She just shakes her head. âYou, Steve Harrington, are a genuine, bonafide idiot.â
Sheâs not telling him anything he doesnât know. Itâs been three days since the aborted fling in the backseat of his car, and heâs barely thought of anything else. Especially since youâve been away from home both of the past nights when heâs called. Heâs starting to worry youâve gotten the wrong impression, that heâs not interested or that heâs toying with you. Itâs the exact opposite. He wants nothing more than to know you in the most intimate way he can know you. But he needs it to be flawless. He needs it to be well thought-out and precisely planned, the most romantic event in the history of copulation. He wonât settle for anything less, not with you. You deserve perfection, and he wonât give you anything less.
âItâs not that I donât want to,â he tries to explain. âI want to more than anything. But if youâre gonna go to town on a goddess, you need to do some worshiping, yâknow? I donât feel like Iâve done enough.â
Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear this admission. You werenât sure what to expectâworried that maybe visiting him at work was an overstepâbut hearing him call you a goddess certainly wasnât on your radar.
âYouâve done more than enough, Steve.â
The sound of your voice makes Steve jump and whirl around, oblivious to Robinâs sly smirk and mumbled excuse of needing to attend to something in the back room.
âH-hey!â He squeaks, then clears his throat in an attempt to get his tone back to its normal octave. âWhat⊠whatâre you doing here?â
âOh, just came to pick up a tape,â you tease. âBut mostly I came to see you.â
âMe?â He takes a moment to ground himself, loosening his too-tight grip on the counter. âI mean⊠I tried to call you last night. And the night before?â
Your brow furrows. âReally? I didnât get your message.â
Because he didnât leave one. He clears his throat and says, âI just figured you were busy.â
âOh, well, I volunteer at the animal shelter on Wednesdays, and last night was my friendâs 21st birthday. Iâm sorry I missed you, though.â
He can tell that youâre really remorseful, and it makes his heart squeeze in his chest a little bit. He plays it off with a dismissive wave of his hand. âNo, itâs fine, itâs⊠are you free tonight?â
You giggle at the abrupt redirect, but heâs played directly into your hand.
âYeah, actually. I was hoping maybe you could help me pick out something for us to watch tonight? If youâre free too, that is.â
His dark eyes blink slowly, wondering if youâre aware of the implication behind your completely innocent words. You. Him. A movie. Alone. Itâs enough to make his head spin.Â
âIâve never been freer.â
Conveniently, youâve come in close enough to the end of his shift that by the time youâre done combing through Family Videoâs vast selection for the perfect film to use as background noise, Steveâs ready to clock out. And since you walked over after finishing your own shift at the local dollar store up the street, it works out perfectly that he can give you a ride straight to his place.
You only glance in the backseat once, but itâs enough to get your mind churning. Remembering the feeling of him, of what couldâve been. Anticipating what will be.
âParents home?â You ask as he pulls into his driveway and parks, trying to sound casual and utterly failing.
âNope,â he answers easily. âTook a detour to Cabo on their way home from Hawaii.â
âSounds glamorous. You opted out?â
âIâd rather be here in Hawkins with you than on a beach alone anyday.â
He must know the effect his words have on you. Surely he can hear the way your heart picks up pace as he looks at you with those dark, affectionate eyes.
âSo⊠this is home.â He waves a hand around the entrance hall like itâs a shabby nightmare, not the grandest house youâve ever been in.
âIâm starting to understand why they used to call you King Steve.â
Heâs almost embarrassed at the mention of that old high school nickname. âTrust me, this isnât why.â
âWell, a palace does befit you,â you tell him with a smirk.
âStop, youâre gonna make me blush.â The wink he shoots you makes your gut erupt with butterflies, a sensation that would normally make you a little uncomfortable. With Steve, youâd take the butterflies all day long.
He gives you a cursory and oversimplified tour of the ground floor before leading you upstairs, and suddenly heâs sheepish. Itâs been a few moons since he shared his room with a girl, so the nerves are justified. But thatâs too simple an explanation. Youâre not a girl. Youâre his dream, his muse, hisâto re-quote himselfâgoddess. No one heâs ever cared about more has stood where youâre standing, and it terrifies him.
He hides it well, though, busying himself with making a comfortable nest for you in his bed before setting up the television set on the dresser against the far wall. If ever there was a time to regain his confidence, itâs now. He curses whatever god there is that he feels like a fumbling virgin in this moment when nothing is even happening, when just the anticipation is enough to make his hands tremble.
Thereâs no more stalling once youâre comfortable and the tape is set to play. His heart pounds to the steady and frantic rhythm of one of those heavy rock songs Dustin listens to now as he sits next to you, hands itching to take a hold of you but also eager not to move too fast.
Almost as if you can sense his hesitation, you reach over and take his hand. âSteve?â
âYeah?â
âKiss me.â
And so he does, and the second his lips slot to yours all the worry and anxiety is gone. Heâs Steve Harrington, and he knows what heâs doing. Youâre you, and heâs wanted this for so long. After years of being lost, he deserves to finally find the love heâs been looking for. Heâs never been so sure of anything as he is, in this moment of initial clarity, that heâs in love with you.
He canât say it, not yet. Heâs sure itâs too soon, and the last thing he wants is to scare you off. But heâs determined to prove it to you, and the only way besides words is action.
He can handle action.
Thereâs no more restraint or hesitation behind his touch. This is it, this is what youâve both been waiting for. Thereâs no way in hell heâs not going to deliver now. Heâs desperate for you, and it shows in the heavy way his hands drag along your curves whilst committing you to memory; the way his tongue languidly swipes across your bottom lip; the way he shifts effortlessly to hover over you even while deepening the kiss.
Heâs overwhelming every single sense of yours in such a sudden fashion, and you wouldnât want it any other way. Especially not when his hips meet yours in a deliciously slow grind and you finally get your first little taste of whatâs to come.
He keens at the little breathless whimpers that leave your mouth, reading every single signal you provide him with and accommodating each. Moaning? He continues what heâs doing, intensifying if deemed necessary. Whining? He adds something, because he knows itâs hard to use your words when youâre wanting so badly. Squirming? He pays attention to the direction of your movement and pulls away or presses closer depending on necessity. Itâs down to science for him; he only really cared about extracurriculars in school anyway, and this was certainly his favorite.
But then he comes to his sensesâwhile he doesnât pull away completely, he needs to clear his mind and he does so by letting up a bit, allowing the kiss to become languid and the heat to extinguish a bit. It only makes you whine more, and Steve curses his damned formula. You shouldnât be part of an equation. Youâre everything heâs ever wanted, and every aspect of your relationship so far has been a new experience for him. He needs this particular activity to be different too. No formulas or calculations. Just you and him and whatever happens naturally.
Clearly you can hear the cogs in his mind turning. You pull away with a concerned look on your face and ask, âwhatâs on your mind?â
Nowâs not the time to hide anything from you, he reasons with himself. He wants to be authentic with you, and part of that means telling the truth, even if itâs not something particularly comfortable.
âIâm⊠falling into a routine. And I donât want to,â he admits. He sighs and leans back, one hand dragging through his shaggy and disheveled hair, sure that heâs going to ruin the mood if he carries on like this. But he refuses to back away from the truth now. âThis⊠itâs always been likeâŠ. Like a series of checkpoints. Boxes to check, yâknow? Kiss you, take your clothes off, make you come, fuck you, say goodnight. And I donât want⊠I canât let it be like that with you. I need this to be⊠real. Not just some list to cross shit off of. I donâtââ
Steve takes a long, shaky breath before he can ramble on anymore. Never has someone so thoroughly gotten under his skin. Heâs never felt so insecure, so unsure. Itâs terrifying. The most terrifying part of it all, though, is that he likes it. He loves the feeling of the unfamiliarity, of doing this right. In a way, itâs almost like heâs doing all of this for the first time all over again. Youâre his first date, first kiss, first time. All because heâs changed so drastically, because heâs not even remotely the same person he was just a year or two ago.
Your hands are so gentle as you cup his face, tenderly forcing his eyes to meet yours.
âSteve⊠we donât have to do this, not if youâre not ready. I want to be with you, not just for this, but for everything. Everything that comes with you⊠thatâs what I want. Thereâs no pressure. I would wait a hundred years for you to be ready so long as I could still have you.â
Steveâs breath shakes a little as he comprehends the gravity of your words. Thereâs nothing he can say that can properly convey the gratitude he holds for your words, so he says nothing at all.
In his silence, you continue. âYouâre more than a body, you know that, right? Youâre funny, and kind, and smart. Yes, smart, donât look at me like that. Youâre everything Iâve ever wanted to be close to. I just⊠I want to spend time with you. I want to watch stupid movies and eat diner food until we get sick and laugh at your stupid jokes⊠and maybe make love with you, sure, but thatâs pretty low on the list as long as I just get to be with you.â
He doesnât notice the tears until itâs too lateâby the time youâre wiping them from the apples of his cheeks itâs far too late to take them back or hide them. With anyone else, he would be angry; at himself, for allowing himself to be so vulnerable. For allowing himself to be so emotional. With you, though⊠with you, his emotions make him feel strong.Â
For the first time since you walked into his life, heâs not scared of losing you.
âI love you,â he tells you. His voice is firm, as fierce as the kiss he presses to your mouth, as powerful as the waves of emotion vibrating through his very soul. âI love you so much.â
He barely gives you a chance to reply, as keen as he is on physically proving his love to you through myriad passionate kisses that leave you breathless. But when you finally get the chance to use your voice after a barrage of kisses that start to trail down your neck, you whisper, âI love you too.â
Four words, and theyâre all he needs to quell every worry or fear heâs had over doing this relationship properly with you. Why should he have to worry, after all, when heâs already succeeded?Â
âI love you,â he whispers as he trails down your neck and to your chest, leaving tender love bites on the tops of your breasts once heâs properly liberated you from your shirt.
âI love you,â he mumbles through sucking a mark a few inches north of your navel.
âI love you,â he murmurs when his lips meet your waistband. His fingers make quick work of your pants as he scatters kisses over your stomach, unable to part his mouth from your skin for even a moment.
âI love you,â he affirms as his mouth meets your hot and waiting core.
Thereâs no more checklist. Because this isnât simply sex, as it always has been for him in the past. This is love-making: the kind of sappy shit they talk about in all those Hallmark movies that he rolls his eyes at the sight of. Itâs like losing his virginity all over again.
He understands the old adage of âthe other halfâ now. Youâve ripped him to shreds and sewed him back together with strands of yourself. The end result is better than the original ever couldâve even dreamed to be. Heâs sure he couldnât possibly live without you now, that losing you would be like ripping out fresh and unhealed stitches.
Youâre not sure how long he camps out between your trembling thighs, but itâs long enough for you to lose count of the number of times he pulls you apartâfirst with his languid tongue; then his long, curved fingers; then a combination of the two. Itâs like he loses himself completely in your pleasure, not a single thought in his head except what he can do to bring you to the edge again, and again, and again.
Youâre trembling with oversensitivity by the time his own needs overtakes his desperation to unravel you. So out of it that you feel drunk, like Steveâs laced you with absolute bliss so pure you can barely stand it.
Youâre hardly present enough to appreciate the adonis before you when he finally undoes his own jeans, and thatâs a damned shame because heâs so damned pretty. Long and thick, flushed at the girthy tip from his hitherto unacknowledged arousal. His lean thighs are pure muscle, and the dark thatch of hair that trails south from his navel makes your mouth water. Heâs everything you dreamed heâd be and so much more.
âSteveâŠâ You donât know what else you can possibly say. All you can do is vainly hope that one whine of his name can convey all of the heat, frustration, tension, and above all longing, swirling through your head in the moment.
He breaks from his lustful reverie for a moment to smile as he leans in for another heated kiss; you think itâs safe to say youâve gotten your point across.
He slows from his mania for a few moments, lips tender as they explore against yours once more. These kisses are languid, slow, yet no less heated. Even now, heâs trying to prove his love to you. As if you could somehow not believe him after everything thatâs happened, every small moment youâve spent with him witnessing how hard heâs trying for you.
Somewhere in between kisses he manages to wrestle a condom out of his nightstand, miraculously without ever breaking from your lips.
Now is where you cut in, finally fading out of your over-pleasured fugue and back to reality. You take the little foil packet from his hands and tear it open, eager for this small chance to finally get a hand or two on him.
He lets out the most gorgeous noise youâve ever heard as you roll the rubber down his length; a deep, earthy, diaphragmatic moan just from the simple touch of your hand. You want to touch him even more, to wrest out more of those sounds from him; to see what other undiscovered responses you can pull from him as you pleasure him. But you know that now, he needs to set the pace. He believes he has something to prove, and youâre more than happy to let him prove it. There will be plenty of other opportunities to have him completely at your mercy, anyway.
Thereâs no way to describe the feeling as he slides into you. Itâs more than bliss, more than euphoria, more than earth-shattering toe-curling mind-altering pleasure. Itâs nothing more than feeling whole. Of never knowing you were missing a part of yourself until itâs suddenly returned to you. Of never knowing what home felt like until this exact moment.
Maybe itâs overdramatic. Maybe itâs outlandish and outrageous and a million other adjectives to feel something so overpowering and overwhelming from such a seemingly simple physical act. But in this moment, you know youâve never felt anything as right as being connected to Steve in this way.
His lips hardly leave yours while he rolls his hips against you, easily finding the perfect angle to make your breath hitch and your hands scrabble for purpose.
It admittedly doesnât last long, but it doesnât have to. Once you start to tighten and pulse around him, heâs a gonerâdeep purposeful thrusts turning to hard, arrhythmic plunges in desperate search of release.
Youâre still shaking from your high when he slowly pulls out of you. He keeps you close, arms linked around your waist and dragging you to lay on his chest as he flops back against the pillows.Â
Youâre not sure how long you lay like that, with Steve whispering sweet nothings into your hair and pressing absentminded kisses to your face. All you can really focus on is one all-consuming, life-changing fact.
âI love you, Steve Harrington.â
âI love you too,â he whispers back. He kisses you again, just a simple peck on your lips, and you know that heâs telling the truth. Itâs an eternal truth: one that canât be changed or altered in any way. Steve Harrington loves you with every fibre of his being, and he will for the rest of his lifeâeven if youâre both blissfully unaware of it for now.
THE END
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can we have more of fighting n make up w ghost plsss :,)
I love me my angst teehee
your first christmas with simon is by far the worst
very brief death mention
In the beginning, when your relationship is still a hesitant little game, Simon's mood can be hard to follow.
There are days between your visits at this point. He'll call you sometimes at odd hours to ask you over. Sometimes because he likes sipping tea with you. Most of the time because he wants to bury himself inside you and make you whimper.
He likes your company.
So much so that he calls you one evening, this time requesting: "Come play Scrabble with me, pet."
You'd been expecting him to invite you over, but not for this. This enigma of a man left you dumbfounded. "What?" was all you could say.
"You said you like it, right? Played it as a kid?"
You shook your head to yourself, disbelieving of his attention to the many details you'd ranted about over the past six months of knowing him. "Um, yes, I did say that."
But that was just one piece of Simon: inviting you over to play board games, grumpily bantering with you when you'd beaten him three times in a row (You must be hiding letters from me. Bloody hell.), then grabbing you by your ankles and dragging you across the rug so he could get you on his lap. He'd given a reproaching spank to your butt and said you had to ride his cock as an apology for cheating. (Mânot cheating, Simon, I swear!) But you had no problem apologizing to him, there on his living room rug.
That was one piece, and then the other piece of him would arrive just a week later. Creep up on you until he wasn't even the same person anymore.
One evening, after inviting yourself over (because he'd oddly dropped off the grid for a few days), you are greeted by someone who smells an awful lot like Sterlings. He lets you in, but he's stiff. Withdrawn. He doesnât offer much of a greeting. Just lets you tell him about your day. His hands are restrained to the pockets of his hoodie and you feel cold in the absence of their attention.
"Are you going to get a tree?" you ask him, forcing a smile despite the weird tension.
"What?"
"For the holidays," you clarify. "You know... to decorate."
Latent eyes. "Donât plan to.â
Tongue pressed to your cheek, you decide to excuse yourself shortly after that. You mewl over your confusion that night underneath a hot shower.
Your patience and kindness is what entangled you with him in the first place. Itâs also what results in you inviting him over to your flat the next day with a little surprise, hoping to bring back the man whoâd played Scrabble with you and showered you with kisses.
He presents himself at your door with black sweats hugging his hips and a long-sleeved shirt. The mask, ever-present.
âIâve got something for you,â you tell him after heâs inside, not bothering to kick off his boots.
Simon only offers you a quizzical look before waiting there as you grab the plate of cookies youâd made. But when you show him your attempt at frosted snowmen and Christmas trees, you suddenly start to feel a bit silly.
âIâve never made these kind before,â you mutter sheepishly when he says nothing. Just stares at the cookies with a hard look. âLook, I promise they taste good. I also got you a little something.â
And then youâre pointing to a gift under your treeâ
âsmall, humbly wrapped.
âItâs nothing much,â you shrug, chewing your lip. âItâs just something I picked up today. I thought you might need help to get you in the holiday-â
But the shift in his mood is not what youâd hoped for.
Itâs strange. Like he hates everything heâs hearing.
The tension in Simonâs shoulders only seems to have woven deeper into the very fibers of him, and heâs suddenly staring between you and the cookies and the Christmas tree.
âWhat made you think I would wanâ any of this?â Simon cuts you off, each word a slow punch.
You mustâve misheard him. âSorry?â
âFuckinâ hell. I shouldnât have come.â
Your faces pales. âI donât understandââ
âDonât understand what? That I donât give a shit about the holidays?â And his low voice seems to have the same effect as barbed wire. The sheer mass of him suddenly becomes starkly apparent, filling up the room. âCan I make it any clearer for you?â
Itâs a little thing called hindsight that gnaws at you. Prickles your eyes. Donât plan to. You realize, in his own way, heâd already told you how he felt about Christmas time.
But the humiliation draws out a soft snap from you, âIs it so hard to just say thank you?â
âI didnât ask for this,â he huffs. Heâs truly angry: you canât begin to understand why. âI donât want it.â
âA normal person would just accept it,â your fingers press into the plate. âNot be such a dick.â
âA dick, yeah?" A bitter taunt. "Can be a real dick if you want me to.â
âJesus, Simon! No, I donât wantââ
âYou sure, pet?â He gestures to the plate in your hands and the tree. âMaybe if you see just how much of a dick I can be, youâll give this shit up.â
His eyes, typically dull and unreadable, shoot you a scrutinizing look that doesnât even seem to resemble him. But those eyes open up to you, just for a moment. A vulnerable flame doused in what your own perception detects as guilt. Deeply buried guilt that he doesnât know where to put right now except onto you.
âYou know whatââ youâre turning from him with curled lips. Hurt. Embarrassed. Thereâs a splintering sound when the plate of cookies, ceramic and all, is shoved into the bin.
âHowever bad of a person you think you are, Simon⊠I promise, you are even worse than that.â
The words blister your mouth on the way out.
You don't look at him. Just listen, with your hands pressed to your temples, as you hear the thunder of his boots on his way out the door. A slam reverberates through the walls, through your trembling hands. The tears finally seep out once heâs gone. The choking kind. Leaves you a bit numb and empty by the time youâve ghosted your way into bed.
And at this point in your relationship, thereâs no Simon knocking at your door that night. No verbal apologyâ because Ghost never has to do that. Why would he? You're not even officially his girlfriend yet, just someone he can't seem to shake off. Someone who he thinks about a lot and someone who thinks about him. Someone who'd try, with gentle hands and patient ears, to show him that it's not so bad to be cared for.
You donât hear from him for days. Empty days that ridicule you. A gift under the tree that snickers at you.
But did you really think heâd let you in?
There was a stony wall heâd put up long before you. Here and there, youâd manage to poke some of the bricks out, peek your gaze through. It was becoming apparent that youâd never truly find a way over it, though.
Until a little box shows up at your doorâ
âfilled with cookies.
Itâs a silent offering; you know it once you see the silhouettes of their Christmas shapes. You cry instantly. Thereâs no name, no message, but you know itâs from him.
Thatâs all there is, though. And although the box of cookies finds home on your kitchen table, you urge yourself not to give in no matter how strong the itch. You just find his name on your phone and blearily stare at it that night.
A few more days.
Finally, one evening, a dubious knockâ
âyou canât stop the hope that carries you to the door.
Simon stands, looking at his feet, anger subdued, and his eyes carefully lifting up. Any scrutiny thatâd once been there, storming in his pupils, has long settled. Baring its true skin of sadness.
Heâs got something in his grip that you donât notice until heâs walking in on his own accord.
His name leaves your breath but he must not hear it. Just sits down on your couch and looks at you expectantly. You join him, but leave a purposeful gap, because that scent, that warmth, would diffuse your efforts.
In his hands, a bear. Dwarfed by his palms.
âThis was my nephewâs,â he tells you gruffly. Clearing his throat, he hands it to you and gives a little nod, as if to say have it. Within just days, Simon managed to give you the only two gifts heâd ever offered in your relationship. Perhaps, itâs how he thought apologies worked.
You take the bear with gentle hands and feel the aged softness, the worn love. Embedded in it: was, was, was.
Things start to click. You recall his guilt, his hate for the holidays: the distance and anger youâd witnessed in him had really been grief.
âSimon, I canât take this from you.â
âIt just sits in my closet,â he mumbles. Then, a low beg, âTake it⊠Please.â
You nod.
And then, Simonâs fingertips reach over the gap to touch your collarbone, a tentative request for permission that you give by saying: âItâs okay.â
Itâs all he needs to hear before resting his head atop your shoulder. That skin between his brows pressed to the firm bone of you, and you feel it twist tightly to indicate that he closing his eyes, hard. Not crying, no. He didnât have that in him. But you think, in this moment, that his offering of tender vulnerability is more than enough.
He has poked out one of the bricks in that wall for you.
âWas a proper dick,â he admits in a grumble. Mask lifted to allow a solemn kiss to you neck.
âYou were,â you whisper. âBut⊠I didnât mean what I said.â About you being a bad person.
âOkay if you did.â
But you tell him again, shaking your head and touching his back: I didnât mean it. And you repeat it a few more times for him until he truly hears you.
And maybe Simon won't spend Christmas day with you. No, he's not ready to let you see that much of his grief. But for tonight, he'll share those cookies with you and open that little gift you got him and tell you a few things about his nephew. Mumbling softly, "you would've liked him, I think."
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Luna, my dear sweet friend, can I pick your brain?
Lofty gave me a veeerrry good scenario for a Time vs Sky conflict, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on what that could look like? I picked 2 very mature characters and now I have to make them brawl lolol
I think the best route (for me at least) wouldn't involve the master sword or Hylia. So this would be a personality conflict. I don't wanna spoil the scenario she gave me, so I thought I'd ask for your general opinion on what you think would make them fight, personality wiseđ„°
Feel free to delete if you don't care to go over this, but I thought I'd ask cus you're really good at going in depth with character analysisâ€ïž
BYE FRIENDđ also I hope you're doing well and you're amazing and wonderfulâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
YES ok so personality conflicts between Sky and Time. There's... a lot to look at there lol.
So I'm just gonna look at each of their personalities +flaws, and then how they interact :))
Soo for Time
Time is dad. He's older and more experienced- and he's still a stubborn gremlin like all of them. He's patient with them but also stern- he cares very deeply about all the boys and Sky is no exception
I don't doubt for a second Time wants to be just as close to Sky as the others
One of Times biggest flaws is the idea of a closed mindset. Which makes sense, since we know Time's ending as the hero's shade- he spends years in that mindset of regret. Time has these thoughts of being too old to change (<no), and allows himself to keep holding onto bitterness, especially about the sword. Which he has good reason to be a grumpy old man already, with the mental and physical age difference, but still
Time is obviously capable of changing his mind- as Wind took a challenge to prove
But overall Time is still. He's not super expressive, my man likes to just be. He wants to be still and live, and hero as needed, and not be a super crazy hero, but just a chill dude with malon.
Time is patient and stern and calm and good. He is also closed and stubborn. That's all good, but it doesn't always work the best with Sky.
So Sky.
I literally love this ask because I could rant forever about his flaws to talk about them more (no one kill me).
Sky very highly values being a hero as part of who he is- in contrast to time who literally just doesn't want to.
I see so much of Sky's patience. And with good reason- with others Sky is endlessly patient and calm in resolving conflict. He's emotionally intuitive and intelligent and awesome
But Sky is also I think extremely impatient. With himself, and with things around him that aren't going well.
He wants answers and he wants them now, which is kind of scary from him. I see a lot about Skys temper, but I don't want to forget how much of that is from impatience- not knowing how to handle things going slow.
Because things moving fast and violently is how it needs to be right? *cough cough IMPA
For all sky is extremely patient with others feelings, he is one of the most impatient people with himself and his circumstances. Which a lot of comes from immaturity, which is my next point-
Sky is. A monster with pranks. I don't even know why it took me so long to realise this was Sky-
Saying 'I know we should help but this is too funny'. Twilight and wild are looking disturbed and like they want to help, and Sky and legend are just cold-blooded leaving four struggling for his shield and taking bets. He's very immature, and furthermore, he doesn't really respect Time as an authority as much in the face of pranking/joking
Bro is not remorseful at all I swear-
I also think 'nice hair' Sky is a little... idk judgy? With people he doesn't get along with as well. Like Hyrule. (Wait I haven't yet I gotta rant on that sometime sorry- but yeah he and Hyrule don't vibe well)
Sky can also be unrestrained with his words and snark- his words can practically be a prank in itself 'nice hair' 'am I late?'. I think sometimes he toes the line with pranks and joking around (like that one quest where you could break Peatrices heart?), and same with his words. Overall he's a snarky and sharper person- and being able to pull off good pranks and jokes isn't inherently a bad thing- he's smart. He's a kind person too, but I think sometimes his words and actions can be too sharp.
I think Jojo also said in the post with their ages that she made him slightly younger because of his immaturity compared to twilight. Do with that what you will
So point is, Sky has flaws that are mildly subtle but still prominent, like his impatience with himself and situations, his immaturity with joking and temper and words, and I hc he's a slightly judgy person. 'Nice costume' to Zelda like SKY but I swear I love him. Don't kill me for discussing flaws please I have a dog
So how this comes together with between him and Time is pretty cool-
Skys impatient, and Time has a resistance to change in his mindset- which means that as far as the sword, Sky wants change now, he wants validation and Time to not hate it. Time does not care about this because the sword hurt him and he's spent years hating it.
But with situations and stuff, especially with the entrance arc, we can see Sky being very impatient after Twi's injury- from what I can tell he wants to rip dinks throat out. But it's still subtle- what's not as subtle is how much Time wants to slow down. He wants to hold them back and protect them, and Sky is impatient in a frustrating situation. I could honestly see Sky wanting to run after the shadow on his own right now (sorry, I've been rereading elastic heart). Sometimes patient + wanting to hurry up doesn't work well.
If you think about it in relation to their journeys it makes sense that they are portrayed this way. Skys journey was about rushing and trying to hurry up. Times journeys were horrifying, with this insane feeling of running out of time.. but he could still turn back said time.
I can't even count the number of people I've seen say they tried to rush through the eldin temple as fast as possible on reruns- after Impa telling him it was too late trying to run as fast as possible even knowing it wouldn't change anything. That translates into skys character, and it must be insanely frustrating for him.
They are both heros. Time's journey was about saving the world and Sky's was about trying to kill a god. It's a big disconnect between them- one is patient and one is not, one doesn't want to be a hero and one's life is being a hero dating a goddess. One lightheartedly jokes and one throws a love letter down the toilet (SKY), one is older and one is immature. Yet on the surface Time wears a scowl and Sky is as soft as can be.
They are so very different in so many ways, but so much alike- they are both heros, they both want to be young and playful at heart. They both really like stabbing things and setting them on fire. And also saving the world.
They are also both extremely mature in ways beyond their years and endlessly kind.
I love them so much.
I wasn't sure to say this in the post bc the ask is about personalities, but I feel like another major issue between them could be whatever happened with Time and timelines and the triforce. Obviously the timeline is messed up. I also have not played times games... but I think in timeline talk one he mentioned the triforce of courage ended up broken? I can see Sky not taking well to all of that.
Soooo in terms of personality conflicts that would make them. Fight? Yikes what are you planning Oma, I would say there's several possible triggers outside of the master sword and Hylia (which I think is wise of you to avoid btw)
I think that Skys impatience contrasting with Time's fixed mindsets can have issues. But the way Sky has shown no acknowledgment of Time when he's tried to stop the boys goofing off w/ pranking can also be a trigger- as well as that sharp and sometimes insensitive snarkiness in Skys words we all know and love. They have. A lot of issues. lol.
Yeah! I uhh hope that helped and was relevant or made sense at all- I swear I love these guys. These two are fun to look at because outside of the obvious stressor of the sword they have a lot of other issues as well. They have differences in thinking and personality that can lead to a lot of tension between them.
Thank you for the ask and I can't wait to see what you come up with
The art and comics is by Jojo @linkeduniverse au :D
Thank you for listening to my rant, and here's one of my favourite pictures of these guys
Simply majestic <3
:)
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#also I wanted to answer this so just saved drafts and didn't edit! so if something didn't make sense or was accidentally mean I'm sorry /ge#don't. don't kill me I love them it's just important that they have flaws-#not hate! no hate ever!!#I have not played times games so I talked more on Sky than him#thank you for the ask I've been wanting to answer some like this! but I wasn't sure how to say hey guys what do you want me to rant about#like characters and interactions or whatever cause that's wierd#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu sky#lu time#asks#my very favourite froggy friend
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Waking up was a bit rough for you, scuffed by a masked man and hauled out of the car making you shriek like a banshee. You pleaded, yelled that you're kidnapped and hold against your will. But who will bat an eye at the man that emanate danger and got a palm wrapped around the back of your neck? Not the soldiers around the base that's clear.Â
He manhandled you with no effort on the hallway and pushed you in an office making you sit on a chair in front of a desk.Â
âSheâs annoying.â He grunted, taking a few steps back.Â
âYou bruteâ Â
âThank you, Ghost.â A voice made you sit straight, shivers dancing along your back and demanding attention. You looked at him, old and rough around the edges with blue eyes that could melt ice. A rugged beard neatly trimmed enveloping his warm smile, but your eyes continue to travel down. Muscles covered by a dark shirt, making him look as deadly as Ghost.Â
Ghost..Â
Your fantasy now has a nickname, isn't that cute?Â
âI don't want to be hereâ You snapped, even if the definition of âDaddy pleaseâ was making you squirm under his intense gaze.Â
âHmm, but you enrolled yourself.â He smirked, making you huff âNameâs Price, the Captain.âÂ
You pursed your lips, mumbling your name under your breath and he nodded writing something. He got a speech about you honoring your fatherâs legacy, being a brave soul and so on.Â
âSorry, did you hear her wailing on the hallway?â Ghost interrupted him, saving you.Â
âI did, good lungs what can I sayâ He chuckled low. Â
âLook, I have an agreement for you.â You rushed, ready to try and plead your case. Â
âGo onâÂ
âLet me leave with no repercussions.â You smiled sweetly, doe eyes watching from under long lashes that fluttered a little faster.Â
âAnd whatâs in for me?â He leaned over the desk, watching you closely.Â
âSaving you a headache.â Shrugging a shoulder, you leaned back against the chair.Â
âYou underestimate my patience.â He laughed, Ghost sighing behind you.Â
âI can be very annoying, a nightmare.âÂ
âWe are soldiers, nothing is too nightmare material at this point.â Oh, he is challenging you with that smirk, isn't he?Â
âI am spoiled rottenâ Â
âNothinâ that military canât shape.â He looked behind you and nodded. âor GhostâÂ
âI have tummy aches oftenâÂ
âWe got an infirmary and a good nurseâ Â
âIâm weakâÂ
âWe will train youâ Â
âI donât have staminaâÂ
âOh, we can build that up pretty easily.â He winked, causing a blush to make its way up your neck and your cheeks. Thatâs a double meaning meant to disarm you.Â
âI will-â Hand raised, halting you.Â
âEnough. I have your father word thatâs there some faith in you. We wasted time with your application, we are already past the whining.â He pushed a formular in front of you and a pen, one finger pointing the signing line. âBe an adult and own your responsibility, you brought this upon yourself.âÂ
âOr you can beg and we can find a solution love.â You whipped your head so fast, bone cracking while your gaze burned a hole in his head.Â
âWhy, you like it?â You asked sarcastic.Â
âVerryâ Mouth open, you couldn't believe how such a stoic facade can spew so much bullshit. You looked at the paper like itâs personally offending you, grabbing the pen and getting mentally ready to sign away your whole life. Â
âI will be the worse person you ever meet, sirâ You bite, signing furiously over the line.Â
âLooking forward grumpy, now go and unpack. Later you'll meet the other two muppetsâ He took the paper, Ghost already waiting in the doorway with a bored expression.Â
You got up, dragging your feet and mumbling profanities loud enough. You stopped next to Ghost, looking at him with intensity.Â
âYour mask is stupid.â He quietly laughed and wrapped his palm around your neck again, dragging you.Â
âStupid will be if we need to discipline that dirty mouth, now shut up.â Â
âI can walk!âÂ
âAnd also, you are sulking and slowing me down.â Â Â
You didn't say anything, letting him drag you and kind of enjoying the heat of his hand. Once both of you stopped in front of a door, your troller already waiting with your backpack next to it, you looked left and right.Â
âThis is our space, only 5 rooms and a common room with a tv and kitchen for us. Make yourself comfortable.â He mocked you, opening the door to your room. Â
Tears burning behind your eyes, watching the dull room. Or prison room? White walls, one dressing, one bed, one desk and one chair. The bed didn't even look comfortable, thin mattress, a harsh looking comforter and one plain pillow. One!Â
âThis is a prison or a jokeâ You gasped, entering the small space, seeing another door. Â
âAt least you have a bathroom, make the most of it. Home sweet home and shits like that.â Ghost said disappearing behind another door next to yours. Â
Your mind already working to ask Daniele, your childhood best friend, to have some kind of faith and send you a lot of necessities for this dungeon. Â
The bathroom of course it wasn't much, the basic with a shower and all that. Everything is so white, harsh and bland.Â
âFucking bastardsâ You grumbled, starting to unpack your things, putting mr. Bubbles on the bed, making the room look less hostile. Â
You are stuck here for a while, so you better make the most of it. You have a few weeks in front of you to convince everyone that your presence here is a mistake, a big one.Â
Good luck Soldier!Â
Yippie
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Hello ! Anonymous who asked for the Neteyam x reader.
They dont have to necessarily be ennemies, but maybe more like two people whom has so much in common, eldest of two great clan leaders, with all the pressures that comes with it and to watch over their siblings, take the blame, but for the love of Ewya despite this they canât see eye to eye.
I hope it helps you ! You can diverge a bit from the scenario if you want
One and the same
Pairing: Neteyam x reader
Summary: you and Neteyam are basically the same person, but for the lives of you canât get along
Warning: none I donât think
An: thank you SO much for clarifying that made writing this so much easier. I wasnât sure if you were going to see it but Iâm happy you did. Also Iâm so sorry I didnât see this in my inbox until last night and I wrote this on a time crunch so it is a teeny bit rushed. But I hope you enjoy!!
You watched the sully kids from afar as your siblings taught them how to control their breath. You noticed the eldest was having the most trouble, and you felt for him truly. You saw yourself in him, as if you were looking at your reflection in the water. You approached them, âmay i help with anything?â You asked Tsereya. She nodded, gesturing to the oldest sully sibling âhe needs a little more helpâ you frowned nodding, noting the frown on his face matching yours. Neteyam is very adept, so you couldnât imagine how infuriating it was for him to not be able to grasp a task. âFollow me pleaseâ Neteyam got up following you as you led him to a more secluded place on the rocks, a place you come often to find peace. You sat crossing your legs and he followed.
the one thing you hated about him was that he was very stubborn, as were you. âNeteyam please i am trying to help youâ you pleaded irritated. he sighed âi goi it i just need timeâ he shook his head. Rolling your eyes, âyou wont be able to control your breaths if your heart is fastâ. âIt will slow just give me a secondâ he said. You turned your head toward Tsereya and the rest of the sullyâs. Tsereya was already watching you she had a hand covering her mouth laughing, Loâak stood beside her with a small smile. âHeâs being stubbornâ you signed to her.
She tilted her head with a smile âyou are just as, sisterâ she signed back. You huffed angrily, as much as you hated it she was right. âEywa please grant me the patienceâ you thought. âIf you will not let me help you i will go help someone who willâ you said standing up, before you could take a step he grabbed your arm, âno i- i just- Iâm calm nowâ he stuttered. You nodded sitting back down in your previous position. You placed your hand on his chest and felt the light âthumpââthumpââthumpâ, his heart rate was significantly lower, not as low as it should be but you could work with it. âBetter?â He asked sounding sarcastic but you couldnât tell if it was that or if heâs just nervous. The session carried on extremely slow for the both of you, for some reason being in each otherâs presence just ticked you both off.
Youâd easily avoided Neteyam around the village even though at some points you were sure he was everywhere just trying to get on your nerves. But somehow you had ended up with him and his brother, your siblings and, roxto way past the reef. So when you got back youâd all been scolded by your parents, and you watched with anger in your eyes at Neteyam taking the fall for his brother. âWhat the hell did we talk about huh? What happened to behaving?â You overheard Jake scolding his sons âit is my fault sirâ Neteyam said, causing your blood to boil. You hated that he did that, taking the fall for his sibling, you hated it. You hated it even more because itâs exactly what you did, you stood taking your parents scolding head on, ears pinned back tail pin straight. You must of all hated how he watched from afar at you taking the scolding, he scoffed shaking his head, braids following with the sway of his head and walked away.
Later that day you found yourself walking down the beach, you hated how much you could see yourself in him. Because if you were an outsider looking in youâd think how stupid it is being the eldest of the great clan leader. How youâd tell yourself to just stop and do what you wanted to, but you couldnât and neither could he.
The clans annual celebration rolled around very soon, and excitement was in the air. You wore a one piece (almost like a dress) made out of crystals, shells and pearls, the back was out, to show your tattooâs. You sat with your parents watching your people dance around with gleeful smiles on their faces.
You sat imbetween your parents, ounung and Tsireya with whoever that came to the celebration with. Your mom nudged your arm âyou should go danceâ she said in a soft voice, your mother wasnât usually so relaxed but during any celebration she knew that it was a time for fun. You almost let out a laugh at the suggestion âwith who mother? No one will want to dance with the Oloâeyktanâs scary eldest daughterâ you stated rolling your eyes. Your father let out a booming laugh, catching the attention of you and people of the clan. âI wouldnât speak so soon daughterâ he said with a smile looking ahead, you follow his line of sight only to see the oldest of Jake and Neytiri walking towards you, only then did you notice how quiet the clan got. They knew no one had the guts to approach you, let alone the guy you had yet to get along with long enough for a decent conversation. He greeted your parents with an âI see youâ and vice versa, then hit turned to you ây/nâ he said. âNeteyam?â
âI would like to ask for your hand in a danceâ he said holding out his hand. You tilted your head amused, he was the very first guy to ever try and ask for a dance, let alone in front of your parents. âI acceptâ you said, much to the surprise of everyone. Except for your parents and Tsireya, you heard her âfinallyâ from across the beach. You placed your hand in his and he led you toward the crowd of dancing naâvi. He then let out a breath, âi am not sure how to dance like your peopleâ he admitted. You laughed âitâs okay forest boy, just follow my leadâ you said.
BONUS: your parents pov: âthey were so obviousâ laughed Tonowari , Ronal smiled âvery much so, but they are good for each other. They will be good leaders.â Ronal said.
Jake and neytiri POV: âcant believe he finally did itâ Jake said astonished, âhe did it the right wayâ neytiri said proudly.
The siblings: âfinallyâ kiri groaned watching her brother lead you toward the crowd. âThey were so obvious Tsireya giggled. âYou owe me sullyâ aoânung said grinning as he held his hand out, âyou couldnât have waited another week?â loâak groaned handing Aoânung the knife heâd betted.
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Can I have a milf x Levi please đ„șđ„ș I donât know why I asked that but Iâm curious to see your writing for itđ
Btw I love love your writingđđđđ
Yes of course!! Iâm so sorry it took me so long to write this, life has been crazy busy. Thank you so much for your patience and support!!
Note: The reader is in her early to mid-30s, and Levi is in his mid-40s. The reader also has two kids, only one of them is mentioned right now. Thereâs no smut in this part, but when I was writing it I ended up going on a tangent lol. So this is going to be part 1 of maybe like 2 or 3?
Warnings: None
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You and Levi met each other during your sonâs soccer game.
Itâs Friday night, and youâre looking around for your son in the field of proud parents and matching jerseys. You two agreed to meet at the bleachers⊠15 minutes ago. Leave it to a teenage boy to remember directions.
âMom!â You quickly turn at the familiar voice and feel some of the worry wash away at the sight of his familiar face.
âThere you are! We said we were going to meet at the bleachers baby, what happened?â You check over his face and body for any noticeable injuries.
âPlease stop mama Iâm fine. I was talking with my friends and we were gonna get dinner at the diner tonight.â You look past him at the group of boys waiting in anticipation and smile slightly.
âI guess thatâs okay, do you need me to pick you guys up or anything?â You ask him and he shakes his head in response.
âNope, EJâs uncle is gonna take us and pick us up.â You raise an eyebrow at the mention of a new person and grab your son by the arm before he tries to walk away.
âHold on, hold on. Iâve met EJâs mom and dad before, but I donât know who is uncle is.â Your son lets out a dramatic groan and starts to drags you over to his friends.
âLittle boy slow down, my legs only love so fast!â You scold him and apologize to the innocent bystanders you keep pushing with your shoulders.
When you both come to a halt, youâre left standing in front of one of the most handsome men youâve ever seen in your life.
âMom this is Mr. Ackerman, Mr. Ackerman this is my mom Y/N. Can I please go now mom?â He gives you those big puppy dog eyes and you stifle a laugh behind your hand.
You answer his question with a quick nod and he cheers in response, he plants a big sloppy kiss on your cheek before running over to his friends.
âNice to meet you Mr. Ackermanâ
Ari
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Hi! Hello! Welcome to Tokyo debunker fandom! I just saw your post abt sharing or asking for ideas , so if it was not an ask feel free to ignore it !
My biggest frustration is MC especially the vagastorme ep (I donthqte Leo because he's Leo I hate him cause th game wouldn't let me answer to him the way I wanttt ugh)
. I get that Devs are attempting a character fits all approach (would have been better if we had more choices for types of Players but alas)
My ask is: what type of what kind of personality would each of the characters be drawn into? For current MC I think she'd be more compatible with Mido,rui , Haku ,subaru,luca ...aka guys with more patience for the more tough guys ot's eother gonna be bery slow burn as in cooking on a candle kinda slow cause she needs to be more assertive (not the stubborn , angry kinda assertive , but the stop your attitude kinda assertive ) what do you think?
Also welcome again to he fandom! May you get the characters you want (I'm still trying to get Haku but no success đ)
Hi Anon! Thank you for your request (and the official welcome to the fandom)! I had to break this one up into a few different posts separating the characters into their houses but I'll link them all here. I hope you like the headcanons!
What's Your Type? - Frostheim Edition
Fandom: Tokyo Debunker
Characters: Jin Kamurai, Thoma Ishibashi, Lucas Errant, Kaito Fuji x gn! Reader
Frostheim | Vagastrom | Jabberwock | Sinostra | Hotarubi | Obscuary | Mortkranken
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What sort of personality are the characters drawn to?
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Jin is drawn to someone with a strong enough personality that they can withstand his abrasive nature. Someone with a backbone.
At the same time, he doesnât mind people who will do what he tells them to, no questions asked. Sometimes following orders on a dime is a matter of life and death.
Heâs drawn to people who have high self esteem and good self confidence. Jin can be rough with his words sometimes and his partner needs to be able to withstand that to a certain extent.
I think he would also be drawn to someone who knows what they want in life and is willing to work for it. It would be nice if they werenât afraid to ask for help from him on occasion as well. It makes him feel needed and wanted.
Thoma is drawn to hard workers. Heâs got a busy life himself so he needs someone whoâs used to a fast paced day.
He also needs someone loyal and passionate in his life. He seems to have a lot of conflicting loyalties, including loyalty to himself so he needs to be able to trust whoever heâs in a relationship with.
I can see him being drawn to someone who is quick witted and has some degree of intelligence. Whether itâs book smarts or street smarts, he doesnât have a preference, just so long as theyâre able to demonstrate intelligence.
He would also be drawn to someone who is observant and empathetic. Someone who can recognise the signs of burnout and give him a helping hand when it's needed.
Lucaâs a tricky one. I see him as someone who falls for someone slowly based on their personality and actions rather than seeing a few things and being drawn to someone.
I do see him being drawn to loyalty and honesty. These are both traits he values highly in himself and others so itâs necessary that his romantic partner has them as well.
Luca would also be drawn to people who speak their mind. Heâs not the best at social cues so being with someone who can say how theyâre feeling clearly means a lot to him.
A mothering personality would also attract Luca. Heâs a bit of a mum friend himself but itâs nice being on the receiving end sometimes.
Okay, weâve got to address the elephant in the room for this one. Kaito is definitely going to be drawn to appearance initially. If youâre conventionally attractive, heâs going to be fawning over you.
Personality wise, heâd be attracted to someone who enjoys having fun. As long as that funâs not life threatening, heâs happy to tag along and have some fun too.
I see Kaito as someone who would also be drawn to someone who has a lot of energy. Heâs got the reserves to keep up and he enjoys seeing people making the most of life.
Kindness is another thing that draws Kaito to people. If youâve got a soft heart, heâll find himself wanting to make sure heâs the person you think of most fondly.
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one of my longest readings so far; reading for him was very pleasant for me! enjoy đ€
ni-ki's ideal type
based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!
physical traits
intimidating, powerful and strong presence. stands out in the crowd. more cold and detached look. doesn't always show much emotion on their face. unapproachable aura. the type to just sit there and distantly gaze into the air, as if they were in a different world. pale skin. rounder features (face-shapes, noses, eyes,..). well put together, takes good care of themselves. neat and clean style. nicely built, slim with curves. he can feel drawn to anyone attractive, doesn't matter if foreigner or non-foreigner.
personality traits
so, ni-ki is a very multi-faceted guy. in my spread here, he came out as; on the one hand, the passionate, fiery and impulsive knight of wands, but also the slow-moving knight of pentacles. these two sides of him represents his personality in general, and his approach to love. both very different, but evidently present in his life.
in general, ni-ki is a freedom-loving and independent person. he enjoys not being closely tied to anyone, mostly doing what he himself wants to do and not having to match and adjust himself to another person. therefore, he needs someone who doesn't get immensely attached to him, especially emotionally. if you want an extremely consistent and obsessive boyfriend; ni-ki probably isn't the guy for you. he'd want someone who is understanding of his special circumstances (busy schedule) and personal needs (freedom), which both require there to be a certain detachment to him. if you're so deeply invested in the relationship to the point where you keep clinging to him, relying on him too much and being emotionally dependent on his availability.. you're likely to get heartbroken.
having that said, ni-ki is much more emotional and sensitive than what meets the eye. with that sun square moon, his personality and inner emotional world differ majorly. he might not showcase it openly, but he'd enjoy the existence of a nurturing and loving person by his side, who will provide him with the emotional understanding and affection he needs.
ni-ki seems to have a tendency to hide a lot of his more complex and intense sides, out of worry that people won't understand, or perceive him a certain type of way. i'm in his energy, and i keep feeling this discomfort when it comes to showcasing and talking about some inner feelings in an open manner. he doesn't like people viewing him as dramatic, or overly emotional (is he a virgo rising..) and often just feels more comfortable keeping his feelings to himself.
therefore, he needs someone who can have enough patience, and understanding towards his habit of opening up slowly. someone who can cultivate a comfortable and empathetic atmosphere, that makes him feel welcomed and understood for everything that he is; including his insecurities. he needs someone who won't take it personally, or misunderstand him for sometimes detaching himself when he has a difficult time.
he seems to be quite drawn to beautiful people, like he gets all đ„°âš mesmerized when he spots someone he finds attractive. especially femininity is something that attracts him a lot. someone who displays this aura of elegance, kindness, gentleness and softness. he likes people who are intuitive and courteous when it comes to looking after their loved ones, almost like it comes naturally to them. i keep hearing and thinking of this cancer-archetype.
ni-ki is also attracted to talented people. he likes it when someone is skilled in a certain field, has their own passions which they go after in this ambitious manner. like a person who's just amazing at what they do. he likes how that'd match him in his own strong ambition, so they could bond over it. instead of being these overly clingy lovers, he likes the thought of almost being like these close best friends, who support each other in their individual pursuits and interests, but at the same; know each other better than anyone else, and are there for each other in times of difficulty.
i remember anon telling me he mentioned choosing love at first sight as his preference, but i honestly just think that's his dreamy and idealistic pisces moon hoping and speaking đ„č he seems to get these little crushes and infatuated with people at first glance, and loves the idea of love at first sight; but actual love rarely works that way for a slow cap venus
him as a boyfriend
+ he has such excited energy here, it's cute. it seems like he truly enjoys the idea of being in a relationship that brings a sense of happiness and warmth into his life. it's interesting because in the spread before, he appeared as the knight, but in this one, he appeared as the king. he feels like being in a relationship with someone, taking on the role as a boyfriend, would make him evolve and mature mentally and emotionally. i think this task of having to match yourself to another person and actively considering them, their needs, their perspectives, will be a relatively new experience to him. he'll feel like he needs to step up, and take on more of a leading role.
i can see him being a boyfriend who reflects a lot behind the scenes. he really wants to do his best. it's giving this seemingly detached, but actually much more invested than you think, type of boyfriend. although he won't be as direct in his expression, he'll put a lot of consideration and thought into what he'd like to do with you, what he'd like the future to look like together. there is a tsundere vibe here haha. like a boyfriend who seems kinda cold, but actually takes care of you in this subtle manner, is much more attuned to your personal needs than you thought.
it'll showcase itself more in the way he acts.. like wordlessly giving you his jacket to wear if you were cold, or having chosen your favourite movie to watch at the cinema. like, not even having to ask, of course he remembered because you mentioned it once before. or taking you to this specific place you once talked about connecting a lot of special memories with; you being surprised he even considered or remembered it that exactly. little things like that that'd prove his interest and liking towards you and take you by surprise. he'd plan a lot of things, i can see him loving the thought of planning fun dates. going on various trips together, and finding out each other's interests through new activities.
ni-ki is very responsible in general (i mentioned before that his awareness of responsibility is impressive for his age) so, there is this energy of him just truly feeling responsible to make his lover feel considered, and cared about. like ânow that i got this beautiful person by my side, i better put all my effort into this.â he's not someone who puts importance into any power-dynamics though, and likes the relationship to feel balanced. both parties will have a say in it. he'll love to find out about his lovers interests and desires, and work on finding a middle ground to make special memories together.
- this is something i've mentioned above, but ni-ki can just get very avoidant when it comes to confronting his negative emotions. he's very sensitive and pretty soft-hearted, but doesn't want to burden anyone with the weight of his feelings. so if you two ever get into a hurtful argument; he can be prone to shutting himself off to process his emotions, essentially give you the cold shoulder.
as much as he appreciates the existence of his partners; he's still an independent and free spirit at heart. he won't like his lover clutching on him too tightly, or sticking their nose into his business too much. he will want them to respect and consider his need for freedom. ni-ki can be quick to feeling suffocated and restricted, he doesn't want to feel like him being in a relationship would mean he'd have to sacrifice any of his own values or priorities, which include his work and career. i can sense him just being extra-sensitive and defensive when it comes to this topic, and it displaying a potential source of conflict.
ni-ki is very âi know how to take care of myself, so please don't tell me what to do.â he doesn't want anyone commanding him around, or thinking they're more aware of what's good for him. he needs his lover to trust him, and allow him to have his space and freedom to move in his own pace, and according to his own will.
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Okay hi hello Iâve just binged your platonic Simon x reader headcannons and as an aspec person I am absolutely EATING THIS SHIT UP - Simon deserves someone to lean on and seeing him be vulnerable and care for someone like that and who will do the same for him makes my heart melt.
however, I am also a hopeless romantic and an absolute sucker for pain and the thought of Ghost catching feelings and being completely unaware of them because heâs barely used to having a friend let alone a crush; only realising after y/n does something heâd usually find stupid only to find himself completely smitten over it and him just going âoh. oh nOâ and queue the internal turmoil because he has no idea what tf to do with himself and god forbid if y/n actually likes him back-
This has been plaguing me all morning and I cannot act right so I had to share it :,)
this can be a read as part of the bff ghost series i have going on, but i see it more as a "what if" kinda thing bc i strongly believe this man just needs a good friend. thank you for requesting, and as always, i hope you enjoy <3
warnings: nothing comes to mind, but lmk if you see something that needs to be added and i'll do it asap!
summary: ghost panics when he realizes he likes you just a little too much.
anon you're so smart for this because i genuinely feel like friends to lovers is the the easiest way for simon to fall in love
like there's already a deep, established trust there (in terms of being on the battlefield)
i mean obviously because if there wasn't you wouldn't even be on the team in the first place
but the trust he places in you on the field paired with the trust he has in you off the field?
i think it's safe to say that while this man doesn't realize it yet, he's already a goner
the meals you share, the low-budget hollywood action films you hate watch, and the unbelievable amount of patience he has for your shenanigans
basically, you two have become two peas in a pod (despite him not wanting to be in the pod in the first place but who cares he's your friend and that's all that matters)
and i genuinely believe of he were to start falling for one of his friends (aka you) it would be a very slow process, one that neither of you realize is even taking place
it would be the little things like you willingly making making the same dish two days in a row for your little meal times because he just likes it that much
maybe even leaning your head on his shoulder while you two watch those bad action films because, deep down, he loves knowing you trust him enough to feel so comfortable with him (bonus points if you end up falling asleep)
ordering him his favorite brand of loose leaf tea that he can never seem to find anywhere on store shelves
god forbid you memorize the way he prepares his tea and randomly show up with a steaming mug of it at random times of the day
as i said before, it's the little things that do it for him
but imagine doing all of those things on the. same. day.
like
you know he woke up extra early to help price take care of some paperwork and while he's doing that you stroll in a mug of tea
then later on when you see him for lunch he finds you made two plates of bangers and mash (sausages and mashed potatoes, it's a british thing apparently) despite having it the day before and when he asks why you just say something like, "yesterday you said you wished you could have more, figured i'd make more"
then later in the evening when everyone's retired to their rooms, you walk into his with the all too familiar box of loose-leaf tea in your hands along with a blanket
you just kinda set the box on the bedside table before dragging him to sit on the floor in front of the tv the two of you snuck into his room one night after price banned them after soap broke his and he was the one who had to clean up the mess
he totally saw you two sneak it in but never bothered to say anything because he trusts you
anyway
you flick on the tv and put on the third installment of that god awful 'sharknado' movie series you two had found out was a thing not too long ago
and all is well
until you lay your head on his shoulder and grab onto his arm as you look over his tattoos
he'll probably give you a little glance before turning his attention back to the movie, it's not uncommon for you to do things like this
but then he'll feel something cold press up against his skin and he'll look down again just to see you holding a colored marker and scribbling inside the lines of his tattoo
and as much as he wants to pull away and throw that marker to the other end of the room
he just can't bring himself to do it
not when you're pressed up against his side with your hands cradling his arm as if he was worthy of such care in the first place
obviously this night wouldn't be complete without you falling asleep against his shoulder, so that's exactly what you do
he lays you to sleep on his bed while he makes himself cozy on the floor :)
anyway cue him getting up early for his morning shower and the complete and utter shock that hits him like a truck when the marker you used the night prior to color in his tattoos doesn't wash off
he makes a bee line for his room and immediately picks up the marker you used only to find out it's sharpie
and while he knows that this would be a perfectly acceptable time for him to wake you up and chastise you for doing such a thing, he doesn't
because when he looks down at his arm he can practically feel his chest bloom with a warm, fuzzy feeling because you did that
and it's after he's stared at the colorful markings that now grace his skin does he realize he's got a small smile etched onto his face
then it hits him like a truck
he likes it because of you
he likes you
it cannot be overstated how quickly he grabs his stuff and leaves the room, not caring in the slightest that you're still wrapped up in his sheets
he doesn't do much work that day
just a lot of aimless walking around base as he tries to, in his words, get his shit together
because, in his mind, this is probably just about the stupidest thing he can do
and it's not even because he's technically your superior, that's a mess all on its own
it's the fact that either one of you could quite literally die at any given point while on a mission
and that's not even bringing up his own mountain of trust issues and insecurities
it's a mess
he's a mess
and how does he deal with this mess?
by avoiding you like the damn plague
you thought it was bad when he was trying to duck out of your pre-friendship interactions when you seemed to always be trying to find a way to bug him? think again.
he becomes practically invisible to you
his callsign isn't 'ghost' for no reason
i can honestly see it getting so bad to the point where you start to really only see him on group missions
which isn't too horrible admittedly because you always manage to squeeze in some small talk, but it's not enough
but one day, price calls the two of you into his office with laswell patiently sat waiting on a video chat over his laptop
and it's revealed that you two are being sent on a mission to gather some intel about some new terrorist group that's popped up on laswell's radar
and he just kinda sits there and accepts the fact he'll have to be paired up with you because what's he gonna do? tell laswell and price no? absolutely not
anyway
i imagine the mission going off without a hitch
i'm talking real simple, just a quick in and out before ghosts is on comms requesting an evac
that's where things go wrong
because you'll get some bullshit response like, "oh no, bad weather, can't fly like this, looks like you'll have to wait! get cozy!!"
and while you are a bit disappointed when he breaks the news, you can't help but feel a little happy because now you actually get to see and interact with simon for more than five minutes
but while you're over in your head having a small celebration over the unforeseen circumstances, simon is pretty much dreading it
he knows you know he's been avoiding you and he's 100% sure you're going to make him sit through an awkward conversation about it
and what's worse, he's certain you won't stop until he tells you why
well it's a good thing he knows how to keep his mouth shut!
at least he thought he did
because after having you ask him for the reason of his sudden avoidance of you for what he swears has to be the hundredth time, he just spits it out in a small fit of anger and annoyance
and i highly doubt he'll realize what he just said until he looks over to you after not getting a response and seeing you there with your eyes wide and jaw open
he'll definitely try to backtrack with something like, "forget what i said. you didn't hear anything."
and then your brain will finally kick in after going haywire for an unnecessarily long amount of time and you'll just kinda ask him in a small voice, "did you mean it?"
and as tempted as he is to brush you off and say no, he can't bring himself to do that
but remember, simon is still a very hurt man underneath that mask and heavy duty gear, so i can imagine him just letting out a small sigh before saying something along the lines of
"i'm sorry."
and your heart just breaks because you can practically feel the shame radiating from him as he turns himself away from you and averts his gaze to the floor
simon riley, perhaps one of the most hardened and strongest men you'll ever come to know, apologizing for the way he feels
you can't help but shuffle closer to him until you're sitting by his side
and you'll sit in silence this way for a while as he tries to ignore just how close you are while you try to find a gentle way to approach this
you're stumped
but eventually, your eyes will fall onto the floor and simon's gloved hand will come into your vision
and there's not a single thought in your mind before you're reaching out and putting your hand on top of his
the man practically malfunctions
he's sitting there, thoughts going a mile a minute as he tries to decipher what this means
but then you'll lean your head on his shoulder and he's almost startled at the way all of the noise in his head seems to just disappear
but still, he can't resist asking
"what now?"
and you'll let out a small, wistful sigh as you nuzzle your head further into his shoulder
"whatever we want."
he'll look down at you with an almost shy gaze, "and if i want you?"
and you'll interlace your fingers and punctuate it with a squeeze, "then you can have me."
and that's good enough for the both of you
at least until you get back to base
:)
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* The heart is not meant to rule *
Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader
Tag list: @wo-ming-bai
Slow burn, knife kink, blood kink, strangers to lovers, softer!Feyd-Rautha, CONSENT, 18+, arranged marriage, assassination, poison, murder, etc
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After a good night sleep, you awaken softly to the beating of Feydâs heart on your ear. Youâre snug against his chest and his arms softly hold you in place. Nothing about his actions at the moment scream âpsychoticâ, he seems like the most normal a person could be. His lack in softness towards others is missing when he is near you. You shift a little in his arms as you look up. His facial features soft as ever, no predator to be seen.
Youâre staring at this point, at how handsome he really is. His soft lips, the swoop of his nose, the cheekbones. You lose yourself in thought until you get snapped back to reality.
âYouâre staring,â he softly says.
He opens his eyes, and you find yourself stuck, a deer in headlights. His eyes on you almost suffocatingly intense, even though heâs not trying to. His stare deepens as he shifts his body a little bit so he can cup your face in his large hand. You only just notice his eyes are a soft icy blue and your eyes keep darting back and forth between his. He frowns at your reaction.
âAre you scared of me my lady Na-Baroness?â he asks as his hand makes its way down your shoulders.
You swallow at his soft touch, unable to form a proper sentence at this point. You just shake your head ânoâ, and feel his hand go behind you, as it settles on your lower back. He pulls you closer, forcing both of your bodies to be flush together. His eyes go down to your lips for a split second and you understand his meaning.
You kiss him, ever so softly, your hands on his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat as he lets you take the lead for once. His hand softly hovering over your back, ever so slightly pressing you closer to him as the kiss deepens. Itâs far too pure for the both of you and it almost feels unnatural to your nature, but it also feels exactly right. In that moment everything just feels as if this is all it has to be. Â
As the kiss deepens, he starts to kiss your chin and jawline, working his way to your ears and throat, nipping at it like a kitten demanding milk from its mother. He feels incredibly strong, even in these softer moments. He could easily overpower you in an instant, but he wants to make you feel safe. He reaches your collarbone and looks down at your body. Youâre completely naked and vulnerable, as he takes it all in.
You feel his growing erection hitting your hip and legs, wanting attention. The last thing heâll do is beg however, as he moves his head to be alight with yours once again. He kisses you a little bit more demanding than before, heating the both of you up in the moment. Your hands have a mind of their own as they travel over his chest, rock solid. You feel his inhales and exhales as you coast over his abdomen and down his hips.
As you grab his cock softly, he lets out a breathy moan as he continues to kiss you. It only stirs you on, arousing yourself in the moment. His cock is huge, thick and throbbing at this point. You decide to tease him further, giving him the bare minimum of friction that he so craves. Heâs submissive to your touch, letting you decide what would happen here. This man that was a weapon to all who met him, both in the arena and outside, made you feel protected and safe in his embrace. His patience spread thin quickly, however.
âStop teasing me woman,â his grip on your hip stronger and more demanding.
You let out a chuckle and he will have none of it. He grabs your leg and pulls it upward a bit, draping it over his hip. Your own arousal now more prominent to you, as your folds are wet with need for him. You let out a soft moan as his grip intensifies.
âI could get used to waking up like this every morning,â you speak softly against his lips before kissing him.
He kisses you back and lowers his hand to grab his cock out of your pathetic grasp. He angles it so it rubs against your heat. The touch eliciting another breathy gasp out of you.
âAnything for my lovely wife,â he purrs over your lips as he positions his cock perfectly, as it enters you softly.
As he sinks himself deeper inside of you, you lose all thought for a moment, forgetting everything around you and just staying in this moment. It feels different from last night, much more soft and less rushed. Your heart skips several beats and Feyd seems to know, the expression on your face obviously infatuated.
His hand comes back up cupping your face in it, the action not mimicking the intense stare he held on you. It almost felt a bit too much for you, if someone had told you that there would be a Harkonnen in your future, you would have never imagined someone so sweet to you. It seemed as if everything was in your favour, it all seemed too good to be true. Feyd started to frown at you and stopped moving altogether at this point.
You didnât notice you were crying as a tear hit his hand. His face looked worried, obviously oblivious to your thoughts. You were so overwhelmed with emotions that you had no idea how to even start to explain yourself.
âAm I hurting you?â Feyd inquired, genuinely.
You almost laughed at his question, because it seemed so trivial. You shook your head and took his hand in yours.
âIâm wondering what I did to deserve someone like you Feyd. Iâm⊠a bit overwhelmed with happiness, sorry.â You softly spoke back.
Feydâs eyes didnât seem so intense anymore, as a smile crept on his features. He seemed to understand what you meant and took your hand in his again, kissing the inside of your palm repeatedly. He was so incredibly sweet, only for you.
âThese are the only tears I want to give you from now on,â he spoke with determination.
A promise, a rule, that he laid upon himself. His pace starts again, this time a bit quicker than before. It takes you by surprised and you left out a pathetic moan. His hand grips your leg a bit harder than before and as he pulls it upwards, he starts to hit the spot perfectly, your moans becoming louder than before.
It only seems to spur him on however, causing him to thrust a bit harder. You were seeing white lightning at this point, the ecstasy of the feeling overtaking your mind. Feyd was panting like a dog in heat, attacking your neck, biting down as his movements mimicked the urgency of his feelings.
You grab his neck as you feel your body responding to the wonderful feeling Feyd is giving you so willingly. Your orgasm reaches you faster than you thought, making you moan loudly. Feyd pulls his head back to watch you reach your climax as he thrusts faster into you, reaching his simultaneously. He kisses you as he cums inside of you, softly slowing down his thrusts as he spends all his seed inside. You have a hard time catching your breath whilst your body tries to calm down.
Feyd keeps his cock inside of you for as long as he can, softly letting it slip out when itâs soft again. As he reaches down, he sticks two fingers inside of you and presses inwards. As he takes them back out, he puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking his seed and your wetness in one go. Itâs vulgar and erotic at the same time, making your face twitch a little bit.
âYou taste so sweet wife,â he purrs as he starts kissing you again.
You taste the both of you on his tongue and find yourself agreeing that it tastes rather sweet. Like sweet liquorice almost. Eventually he stops kissing you and lets you go from his grip. He gets up and makes his way to the bathing area, preparing for the day. As you lay in bed you relish in the fact that this arranged marriage could have turned out way worse.
*
The day after the wedding was important as ever as you were required to sit in on a meeting between both families. You had imagined the day to be a bit different than your family and new family discussing your sexual prowess and activity with your recent husband, but tradition is tradition for a reason.
The Baron and your father were already talking with each other when you and Feyd entered the hall together. He kept you close to him, even moving your chair closer so heâd be able to touch you whenever he wanted. Â As you sat down, he waited for you to be seated before he did. The Baron took note of this and frowned slightly. You didnât understand why, but let it slide for now, youâd be able to ask Feyd later.
âHow does married life fare, Feyd? I assume you have already exerted your duties towards house Harkonnen?â, it was more a statement than a question when the Baron questioned Feyd.
From where you were sitting you could see Feydâs jaw clench slightly. He was seething. You wonder why the Baron was the only one who could get so under his skin, wondering what trauma he was put through when he was still a child.
âMy wife is none of your concern, Baron,â he spat out.
His hand made its way to your knee under the table, almost as if he sought for something to ground him and his emotions. Your hand brushed his softly under the table, and he visibly calmed down. You looked at your father to help steer this conversation to something more friendly, and he took the hint as he coughed and started to speak.
âMaybe we should discuss our allegiance, Baron, since thatâs why weâre all here for,â he sounded strong and determined.
The Baron kept watching Feyd, almost challenging his stare, before lifting his eyebrows and making eye contact with your father. Feyd let out a breath he wasnât aware he was holding, and you clenched his hand in yours, his eyes darting towards you before squeezing your knee. He was thankful you were there even if he couldnât tell you.
The rest of the conversation were mostly about politics between the two houses, the economics and sharing of resources, albeit way too boring at this point. They disagreed on certain topics, your father often sounding like the more mature one in the conversation. Feyd even let out an amused breath of air at one of his statements, causing the Baron to focus his attention on him again.
âDo you mock me in my own house, Na-Baron? Should I remind you that youâre not the Baron yet?â, he sounded offended and bitter.
You wonder if Feyd knew the implications of inducing the wrath of the Baron by openly laughing at him. Yet you knew nothing of their past together. Being left in the dark could make you a weakness to Feyd, you knew that.
The Baron had noticed a change in Feydâs demeanour. An unspoken softness he witnessed yesterday in him. As Feyd looked at you he noticed something else as well. The markings you had left him the night before, the sweet love bites that blushed his white skin, embellishing the side of his neck and throat, making it clear he had allowed you to do so.
âNow I see, youâre infatuated by the witch!â, he spoke out, shooting you an accusatory glance.
Feyd shot his head back to the Baron, eyes piercing him, challenging him to offend you ever further.
âWhat did you call my wife?â
His voice was back, gravely and harsh, almost sounding like a snakeâs hissing. He let go of your hand and slowly stood up keeping his eyes glued on the Baron. Leto spoke up.
âKeep her out if this, she has nothing to do with it,â he tried to defend you, but it seemed to divert even more so attention to you. âSheâs a witch! She made her mark on you, and you let her. No Harkonnen will bow for a woman, yet you did! You showed weakness Feyd, youâll lose the throne that way!â He barked out, making Feyd more aggressive by the second.
No one was allowed to talk about you like that, certainly not him, after what he put Feyd through his entire life. You felt his seething anger, it was like he was boiling from the inside out. You looked over to your mother, in fear of what might happen, but she reassured you.
âHe wonât attack. Keep calm.â She signed at you.
Feyd slammed the table as you were monitoring your breathing, and you flinched.
âWe are leaving,â he spits out as he turns to you and picks your hand up, a little too hard.
Your brows frown a bit at his strength but your mother nods at you to go along.
âAs plannedâ, she speaks to you through telepathy.
It reassures you in a way that it tells you it is safe. You donât know what the plan is which she speaks of, but you know she would never out you in a situation where you would be harmed.
Feyd takes long strides as he pulls you along with him, passing by several guards and servants, unaware of his own strength as heâs practically crushing your hand. He just wants to be rid of the Baron and his comments, but you fear his insecurity will get the better of him. What if he thinks that you truly have bewitched him in a way?
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